Saint Joe - The Peoples Champ

The champ is here everybody make way
You focused on that seventh day of rest I'm that eighth day
They smoke and fake flames I am on my A game
Shadow box rocks take headstones make graves
And scared of nothing punches are career crushing
Have your thoughts posted on the wall like you shared something
The microphone is my belt and if they dare touch it
Tossing fists reckless in every direction I'm air drumming
Talking that liver punch one two dinner lunch
Swipe left right put the foe down like tinder sucks
How a degenerate this ill turning men to dust
How I'm a veteran that still has beginners luck
We stay exotic Mufasa no Scar here
They never used to really wanna hear now they all ears
They putting friends on a cross and then install spears
Now days it's like they measure loyalty in dog years
That feeling welling in your chest is what we call fear
Think you Professor X but we just call em Charles here
Afraid of confrontation disappear until it's all clear
A professional have em Self reflecting like a tall mirror
Half man half beast yeah Minotaur
A thief In your home with your broad I'll be in her drawers
Snatching numbers after witty bars like a tinder whore
You got those soft thoughts nobody'd pay a penny for
Mercy kill a starving artist until they're gone and rotted
Even reptiles in cold blood like a modern comet
You At home doing nothing but hating
Gotta drop a comment
Guys don't forget to subscribe that makes me wanna vomit
All I do is Lay siege on great beats
Break beaks daily Mr T and the A team
Get green everyday just don't end up in state greens
Your style played out like fakes and drake memes
Uh this dude could just do it
Don't ever trust a dude ain't been through it that's putting you through it
They say that they winning I see that they losing
They say they the boss I see that they moochin
Listen
Every time I write a bar it's a raise the bar challenge
Straight bizarre how I'm smiling while your major parts swelling
Righteous commander at your ears like Tyson Evander
Slice up your hands my bars will cause an artist's spine to pretend
It's a violent offender
From mice and men I'm nicer than the nicest contender
Dissect and end you vipers and ninjas
With rifles and figures of speech
Hot as coals and cold as ice in the winter
Smite and just end you like any Christian that Isis remembers
Ice in my veins black your eye you bite and you're lame
My writing game not a game turn out the light in your brain
Stupid
I will crush your dreams so stay lucid
Aim shoot the stain ruger at your dwelling melon leaking brain fluid
Drain sewage excrement and bad raps
I rap bad you rap sad measurement of ascap
Stand back I ransack any wack cats
And hand craft my hand slaps you ajax I'm anthrax
Apocalypse now on the block with my pals
Cock back and chalk rappers mom's rockin the frown
I'm wild
Still stockin' the pound with phosphorous rounds
Talk in like clowns get you tossed in a box in the ground
Get down or lay down menacing charge
If I miss that's a stray like trajectory flaws
I kill em all day and night until the tendencies gone
I'm in your thoughts before you sleep like set the alarm gone
Mercy kill a starving artist until they're gone and rotted
Even reptiles in cold blood like a modern comet
You At home doing nothing but hating
Gotta drop a comment
Guys don't forget to subscribe that makes me wanna vomit

Written by:
Joseph Quintana

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