World Champ

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World Champ by Marlon Craft

About World Champ

On “World Champ,” the New York City emcee speaks about his relationship with his parents while questioning how he’ll fulfill his purpose while making them proud. “My dad was a jazz percussionist, he traveled the world playing music, and he kind of gave it all up for me,” Craft explains when asked about the standout track. “He was traveling a lot, he wanted to be around to raise me and my sister. He made the ultimate sacrifice for me and for it to come full circle .

World Champ Lyrics

[00:12.41] Yeah
[00:15.77] Put the cucumber in the vodka
[00:17.82] It's a cruel summer, it been hot, bro
[00:19.93] Mom claim Italian, pops a city Jew, they was both more pasta than latkes
[00:23.83] Pops always said, "Watch your posture"
[00:25.98] He ain't know my shoulders held lots up
[00:28.05] Used to hold me in the mirror, say I was champ of the world
[00:30.69] Shit wasn't gossip, no
[00:32.25] Accurate forecast
[00:34.09] Lookin' forward, don't need more past
[00:35.87] Puttin' rappers in the compost 'cause can't afford any more trash
[00:40.08] I don't got anymore passes, feel compassion slippin' 'way
[00:44.08] All this savageness in a cage
[00:46.10] Whole culture is MMA
[00:48.13] Watch the lightning in the clouds, everything pretty 'til it hits Earth
[00:52.17] Our construction is destruction, tell me really, what's the shit worth?
[00:56.16] What's the purpose for a wordsmith if the doors they supposed to open
[01:00.36] 'Bout to be permanently closed in?
[01:02.51] Is it really all just for coping?
[01:04.34] Put the cucumber in the vodka
[01:06.52] It's a cruel summer, it been hot, bro
[01:08.27] Mom claim Italian, pops a city Jew, they was both more pasta than latkes
[01:12.42] Pops always said, "Watch your posture"
[01:14.35] He ain't know my shoulders held lots up
[01:16.48] Used to hold me in the mirror, say I was champ of the world
[01:19.03] Shit wasn't gossip
[01:20.49] On my own, I don't got a roster
[01:22.45] Dread on my mind like a Rasta
[01:24.56] Stressed all the time, pour the sauce up
[01:26.61] Young redundant, never puntin'
[01:28.58] Fourth and long, always find a way
[01:30.67] I be strong my own kind of way
[01:32.79] I be strong my own kind of way
[01:34.51] Shit, that's all I been tryna say
[01:36.60] If you got a problem with me, I don't really gotta care no more, ooh
[01:47.32] I'm gon' walk in my peace, I don't gotta interfere no more
[01:53.29] Who want it?
[01:54.66] Bitch, I ain't no newcomer
[01:56.42] Cool as the cucumber in the vodka, baby, it's a new summer
[02:00.63] I don't got a new number
[02:02.75] Bitch, I got the same doggone line
[02:05.10] Might be hard to find though, somewhere lost in my mind
[02:08.51] Still gon' be the champ though
[02:10.64] Still gon' be the champ
[02:12.50] Still gon' be the champ though
[02:14.64] Still gon' be the champ
[02:16.72] Still gon' be the champ though
[02:18.88] Still gon' be the champ
[02:21.12] Even if it ain't a world left, baby, I'll be damned, uh
[02:25.03]

From the album: While We're Here