[Intro: Killah Priest]

M-Eighty, Dreddy Kruger, Killah Priest, Iron Sheik

Yeah, you know we gon' do this all the way from Indianapolis

Empty, you wanna empty the gat's, whatever

Its Black Market, Wu-Tang Clan, you know how we do it

Yo, M-Eighty, yo Dred, check this out

[Verse 1: Killah Priest]

Between these nine's and these four shells, their stories will tell

Behind prison walls, niggas fell out their wars

Wyling out in their hoods 'til they wind up in morgues

Inside a pool halls, staircase, or black hallways

I recall days of youngster bringing home poor grades

Mom's beefing, took my weekend from b-ball day

I truly feel if it wasn't for rap there would be more grades

I politic with the Preacher with his hair all gray

I politic with the Arabs, What do you want for that gauge?

Matter of face let me test the MAC next to that gauge

For blacks to kill blacks is why these weapons were made

The best are engraved, the worst is still here

May the hurst of will chair

You choose how you wanna lead, follow my lead

Cause it's Killah Priest, the Revolutionary

White people will go bald, while blacks suited from vary

You know it's legendary, it's Killah Priest the Iron Sheik

CHAMPIONS!!!

[Verse 2: M-Eighty]

Hip-hop again, homey's want what they suppose to be

Mostly wanna be like emcees and coming close to me

I wear them out like rosary, wanna kick it with Priest

These fat-less wanna succeed

The fact they threw my lyrical speech

I'm hearing you preach, but nowadays the older guys ain't listening

Newborn's novice, rappers I'm daunting you at your christenings

Country fries are sizzling, gravy up on my Grandson's

Bought my Dick Clark's and Wallaby's, fan stand

Digi stands in hands pennons up on the podium

Crack the bath, crackers get smoked with baking sodium

Sold on the block it's a rock wrecked with the aluminum

Dealers deal the evil to people; look what you do to them

It's hard to breathe, the starving seed's

Like when it all falls down for them autumn leaves

They're running under bridges

Cook up a cake quicker than biscuits

So watch me sell something raw

While I'm slinging for the slickers

CHAMPIONS!!!

[Verse 3: Dreddy Kruger]

I love my music to death, I'd rather die then be deaf

I got CD's from shelf to shelf

I got CD's on health, wealth; knowledge is self and my self

From Classical to R&B, Hip-Hop to Rock

Hill Scott to Jill Scott

On the block with S. Dot's and ankle socks

Reading an Autobiography off Kenyatta Jone's Pop

I learned a lot, who gives a fuck about what you got

[Hook: M-Eighty]

I'm the CHAMPION! What the fuck you say?

I'm the CHAMPION! What the fuck you say?

Outro) Priest

Yeah, knowwhatimean?, Dreddy Kruger to Killah Priest, M-Eighty

We doing it, yo they gon' always champ for the CHAMPIONS

They're always gon' champ for the CHAMPIONS is here

The CHAMPIONS, it's the CHAMPIONS, uh, one...