Majestic,
you guessed it
A natural born winner
like Bruce Jenner
you can stretch it
but the Skinnee J is thinner
Tim cues up the tape,
here's a tip try Latham
not Latham We box 'em
and we wrap em so
Bring these beats with trash
can snares Reverse high hats,
studio demolition may day
It's a J day when we say
hey hey Stumpy Johnson sets the pace
and we still roll the place
Well you just heard the serve,
but here's my volley
We double up your pleasure,
like Bhoutros Bhoutros Gahli
So forget about your first
and second guesses
And if you want to join the circle,
just order breakfast
Pass the baton to the next and run along
Try a mile in my shoes
and get used
to the phenomenon
On and on like a triathalon
Step to podium, whose the real champion
You're a Champion
You're a Champion
You're a Champion
You're a Champion
You're all Champions
You're all Champions
You're all Champions
You're all Champions
Here I goes,
I flows like a nose in January
Fuck it
drop the bomb like the bucket at the prom in Carrie
Swing like a chimp,
slam like champ
when I grow fat and old they're gonna put me on a postage stamp
I take chances,
I never take shorts
I grab the microphone just for the sport
like soccer
Dribble up the middle and I rock ya
From Cape Town to uptown
I'm burning like Vodka
on your tongue
when I brung
poetry like Suess
When Horton heard me,
they agreed to turn him loose
My cup runeth over with the versus til they spilling
I like to rhyme like Michael loves children
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