Ghostface Killah - “The Champ”
Niggas want me dead, but they scared to step to me
Rip they guts out like a hysterectomy
ATTN: WHITE POST-ADOLESCENT MALES
LISTEN TO THIS SONG AND RAP IT AT YOUR FRIENDS WHILE DRINKING MALT LIQUOR AND POSSIBLY PUFFING THAT ILL WEED.
The first time I listened to Fishscale in full was after the last day of finals my sophomore year of college, and it was probably one of the last albums I bought in a record store and not at a show. Andrew and I were driving to Cherry Valley (greatest deli in the history of delis), and I threw this album on, and as the tracks started going by, the volume knob turned louder and louder and louder, and the next thing we knew, it was six months later, and we had gotten drunk and rapped along to this at least once a week every week. While the song itself doesn’t leave a lot of room for sentimentality, I hope someone plays it at my funeral and Andrew Sansone and Rob Whittier rap it at my lifeless body.
