Nimbusnine feat. B-Roc - Champions
Written by G. Feraren & R. Andres Jr.
Produced by B-Roc for Turbulence Productions
Recorded at Soulfiesta Studios
Aiyo we came, we saw, we conquered
From every little sale we made in concerts
every hater went became a convert
lets converse, hiphop then became a monster
a young'n in the game I had to learn the ropes quick
I thought I knew it all, but through it all, I didn't know shit
no this is not impossible, aiyo this just got unstoppable
a part of me knew that every individual that walks,
would walk with a swagger, talk like how they wanted to talk
and get paid, if they wanted to get laid, then they would
get out of the way, we taking the game to the hood
I mean the 3rd world slums, lets give to the needy
don't act silly, whats with all the need to be greedy
I mean really, fuck beef, lets all just sing
every soldier out here is born a king
Hook
Put your fist up if you're a champion
and you succeed in doing things that can't be done
Three stars and a sun, we were meant to be kings
with less we make more, cause we sleep with big dreams
Ring the bell kid, I put the game in submission
I've been letting my roots grow from the land that I live in
and the plans that I'm breeding, got everybody believing
all contenders are missing, got every camp on a mission
like a dog on a leash, I'm every muscle wants freedom
from leasing a building to owning half of this kingdom
through rapping and wisdom, from the streets you can see him
passing cds, politicking with the prize in his vision
and there's no inhibition, we brag on every occassion
and savor, the moment we recieve a standing ovation
understand the sensation with the success that I'm facing
without wheels I'm driven, and without pain its fiction
see my eyes never twitching, shake my hands with conviction
3rd world living conditions, got me breeding solutions
and I'm one in a million, so once that I leave em
see a whole nation quit bullshitting like Scottie Pippen
Hook
My words, my gloves, my brain, my hands
my flow, my robe, my sway, my stance
my rhthym, my dance, my voice, my sound
my toilet, my throne, my cap, my crown
I love music, so if you pay attention to these bars
you'll see the same love, the way you pay attention to your cars
listen cause what we're giving is precious for your existence
teach lessons when we be spitting, but still we be on our business
I chose to hustle my talent, make use of my gift
workplace is hell when your boss talks with Lucifer lips (Susmaryosep!)
life is but a game, lets play it like poker
except the winner has a hand of cards full of jokers
kahit kanino humarap, hindi takot tumayo
ng matino, kaya pare wag kayong lumayo
wala akong pake, if we don't have pants that fit well
let is sag and walk like you wearing a championship belt
Hook
Aiyo we came, we saw, we conquered
From every little sale we made in concerts
every hater went became a convert
lets converse, hiphop then became a monster
Aiyo we came, we saw, we conquered
From every little sale we made in concerts
every hater went became a convert
lets converse, hiphop then became a monster
NOTES: This has got to be one of my favorite beats. Me and Nimbus did this track specifically under Nathan J's request for his then up and coming compilation called "Island Riders" which also was going to be produced by Southside Customs which explains the mention of cars and Joker. What up G?! Hehehe. I loved the beat too much I decided to roc a verse on it. I made this beat studying that track Just Blaze produced for The Games's first CD. This song will appear on the Beyond, Beyond CD we are putting together. This track is probably two years old and it's still banging! Chrizo might have to remaster this one pretty soon! Click the title to download!
Aiyo we came, we saw, we conquered
From every little sale we made in concerts
every hater went became a convert
lets converse, hiphop then became a monster
a young'n in the game I had to learn the ropes quick
I thought I knew it all, but through it all, I didn't know shit
no this is not impossible, aiyo this just got unstoppable
a part of me knew that every individual that walks,
would walk with a swagger, talk like how they wanted to talk
and get paid, if they wanted to get laid, then they would
get out of the way, we taking the game to the hood
I mean the 3rd world slums, lets give to the needy
don't act silly, whats with all the need to be greedy
I mean really, fuck beef, lets all just sing
every soldier out here is born a king
Hook
Put your fist up if you're a champion
and you succeed in doing things that can't be done
Three stars and a sun, we were meant to be kings
with less we make more, cause we sleep with big dreams
Ring the bell kid, I put the game in submission
I've been letting my roots grow from the land that I live in
and the plans that I'm breeding, got everybody believing
all contenders are missing, got every camp on a mission
like a dog on a leash, I'm every muscle wants freedom
from leasing a building to owning half of this kingdom
through rapping and wisdom, from the streets you can see him
passing cds, politicking with the prize in his vision
and there's no inhibition, we brag on every occassion
and savor, the moment we recieve a standing ovation
understand the sensation with the success that I'm facing
without wheels I'm driven, and without pain its fiction
see my eyes never twitching, shake my hands with conviction
3rd world living conditions, got me breeding solutions
and I'm one in a million, so once that I leave em
see a whole nation quit bullshitting like Scottie Pippen
Hook
My words, my gloves, my brain, my hands
my flow, my robe, my sway, my stance
my rhthym, my dance, my voice, my sound
my toilet, my throne, my cap, my crown
I love music, so if you pay attention to these bars
you'll see the same love, the way you pay attention to your cars
listen cause what we're giving is precious for your existence
teach lessons when we be spitting, but still we be on our business
I chose to hustle my talent, make use of my gift
workplace is hell when your boss talks with Lucifer lips (Susmaryosep!)
life is but a game, lets play it like poker
except the winner has a hand of cards full of jokers
kahit kanino humarap, hindi takot tumayo
ng matino, kaya pare wag kayong lumayo
wala akong pake, if we don't have pants that fit well
let is sag and walk like you wearing a championship belt
Hook
Aiyo we came, we saw, we conquered
From every little sale we made in concerts
every hater went became a convert
lets converse, hiphop then became a monster
Aiyo we came, we saw, we conquered
From every little sale we made in concerts
every hater went became a convert
lets converse, hiphop then became a monster
NOTES: This has got to be one of my favorite beats. Me and Nimbus did this track specifically under Nathan J's request for his then up and coming compilation called "Island Riders" which also was going to be produced by Southside Customs which explains the mention of cars and Joker. What up G?! Hehehe. I loved the beat too much I decided to roc a verse on it. I made this beat studying that track Just Blaze produced for The Games's first CD. This song will appear on the Beyond, Beyond CD we are putting together. This track is probably two years old and it's still banging! Chrizo might have to remaster this one pretty soon! Click the title to download!
2 comments:
how i love this song
what does "PAKE" mean?
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