Jamil Muhammad – The Champ Is Here [radio] Lyrics

Yea.
The Champ is here I'm here to make you pay,
I'm a wash you up and send you on your.
You train all day as the number one,
Your money hand hit and it weighs a ton.
Up against the rope your opponent choke,
You hit him with a right now his Jaw is broke.
You  pulled a jab then  hit him with a double,
You made him flinch then you had him in trouble.
The moment of truth you trained as a youth,
Thought about the times you played at aunt Ruth.
Every where you went you either walked or ran,
You build your strength on the beach on the sand,
The heat so hot felt like in the ring,
Looking at the water made you want to swing.
Dance champ go head go head dance,
The first chance you get you put him on his pants.
Your first fight you headed to to France,
You left foot in front your right foot stance,
You lead with your left you hook with the right,
Now you riding your toes like you on a bike.
Thinking like a warrior like Ali,
His punch was a torch in the first degree.
He was Macho like Camacho with speed,
And put you out to lunch with just one punch.

The Champ Is Here
There's A Road Ahead.
The Champ is Here,
There's A Road Ahead.
The Champ Is Here,
There's A Road Ahead.
The Champ Is Here,
I'm A Cut Your Face,
I'm A Lump Your Head.

Your mental shift and your turn to Tyson,
With a punch so hard he shouldn't had a license.
Bob and weave opponent confused,
His eyes are tired  knocked him out of his shoes.
You turn south paw without concern,
He hit you with a punch like Hitman Hearns.
With power like the hands of stone,
The next round you came at him like Roy Jones.
A flurry in a hurry you gave it in bunches,
Overtime stomach doing crunches.
Above all odds you felt O.K., 
Inspired by the hand speed of Sugar Ray.
He came real quite and he had no fear,
You got to close he put you on your rear.
Back in the gym and your hitting the bag,
Waiting for a chance for the belt to brag.
Calorie intake you watch your food,
You eat too much you might get boo'd.
Get hit in the rib's you might just puke,
Buckled on the floor like he gave you a boot.
You think of your race  you start to swim,
I'm a take the title home and I'm a do it from them.

The Champ Is Here,
There's A Road Ahead.
The Champ Is Here,
There's A Road Ahead.
The Champ Is Here,
There's A Road Ahead.
The Champ Is Here,
Im A Cut Your Face,
I'm A Lump Your Head.

You running with your trainer he driving a car,
Your name in lights you want to be a star.
Five A.M. you drink eggs,
You take it down raw you can build your legs.
A hour to sunrise you push yourself,
You got good health and you want the wealth,
Your mother need a liver couldn't save herself.
I'm a lay him out cold put him on the shelf.
The weigh in close you inform your staff,
To negotiate that you want half.
Shoes and trunks the color is gold,
I'm a hit him so hard that boy gone fold.
You need a W and not L
Win loose or draw he going down in four.
He ain't going see when I knock at the door,
Until they wake him up and get him off of the floor.
Dreams are real in the Hall Of Fame,
If you never give up it'll keep you sane.
If you bring it over here and you chasing clout,
In and out of the ring I'm a knock you out.
Hard work and pain up and down the hill,
I'm a lump you up so I can pay some bills.

The Champ Is Here,
There's A Road Ahead.
The Champ Is Here,
There's A Road Ahead.
The Champ Is Here.
There A Road Ahead,
The Champ Is Here,
I'm A Cut Your Face I'm A Lump Your Head.