Ced-gee
hello!"
"ced gee, champion"
"hello! i'm back again"
"ced gee, champion"
[ced gee]
I'm a radar, sendin message to competitors
Eliminating, another predator
From the face, of the earth
Not the first to feel the wrath, of my curse
Competing, just like david and goliath
My rhyme's a slingshot, and yes they triumph
Over the weak, minds, who claim they giants
I'm more defiant, while you're relyin
On, your weak rhymin with connectors
But i'm ced gee, the rhymin inspector
Delta force, number one, omega supreme soundwave
Bringing your dreams to reality
And by the formality of thoughts
Yes, atomic of course
You steppin to me, you take a loss
Radical, the replication of a quasar
A pulsar, immense to suplicate
Crush a germ, then further eradicate
Destroy, which means to eliminate
Wipeout, remove, erase, and annhilate
Suckers, crews to soloists
You need a barricade, my rhyme's a hand grenade
Blowing up your brain, techniques astonishing
Just like endust, my rhymes are polishing
Rappers, cause to me you're like furniture
Dusty old and gray, and i'ma cleanse your soul
Rap to take control
I'm ced gee, and i'm on a roll
My name's the delta
"ced gee, a champion"
"ced gee, a champion"
Back to take control as i begin
To rip this mic apart, from end to end
Combine the rhyme that's mines to make em blend
Produce a beat that's dope
I hope you smoke the dope i wrote i quote
I made your brain choke - you need an antidote
Of, rhymes, just like funky potions
It killed your membranes, so now you're hopin
That you can become, another intellect
But you're a dummy, your rhymes can't connect
Metaphors, cause your style is very basic
You leave traces, you have no aces
Jacks, kings or queens, or even deuces
I'm like spades, you can't renege this
Ultramagnetic style of rhythm
Brain combustion, is what i give em
To make them shake and hesitate and make mistakes
To stay awake cause the gee stands for great
Man, reachin my apex
The more i climb, some rappers hate that
Twist and change the way i rearrange their brains
Cause i'm the delta
"ced gee, a champion"
"ced gee, a champion"
"ced gee.. a champion
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Mc Champion
And now..
You're mc champions, ultra-magnetic
"i am sealing off the dimensional window
Closing the hole in the fabric of the cosmos like a scar"
[ced gee]
Ahh yeah
One two, one two
This is agent ble-ced gee
Ultramagnetic's in full effect
We in here droppin freestyle rhymes like mc champions
So keith, take it away
[kool keith]
Power compactor, brain distractor
Droppin a bomb, right in your anal connector
Sector, vector, the lyric inspector
X-ray vision, powerful spector
Lexor, mechtor, egor
Ah yes yes y'all, and you don't stop
The rhythm i drop to hit the top to make your swing go pop
As i flow, pick up the micro'
Poem get hypo, tension as original
Lyrical miracle, back to attack one
Black one, white one, green one or blue one
Colorful sweet rhymes, i'm back to do one
Or two of you, three of you, or four of you
Five or six or seven, eleven of you
Wack mc's get back in the last line
And wait on the mic, you think i'm ready to pass mine
Up in the brougham, with clever ability
I know when to sting a brain, just like i'm a killer bee
Hittin em hard with the rhyme as the flame throw
Hardcore, softcore, and even the rainbow
Polka-dot mc's, african, indians
Spanish-american, mixed with panamanian
Arabian nubian, speak in siberian
Japanese chinese, and regular mc's
Preachers, teachers, and negative creatures
I roll and kick a rhyme, you grab your mic back
Sidewind and rattle like a snake i strike back
I chew your brain and, the monkey behind you
Your company management, the dummy who signed you
To pick up the slack but the hype ain't sellin many
Records and tapes cause your rap ain't tellin any
Metaphor phrases, things that amazes
Me the next man, no biter or innovator
With lyrical instinct, you look like a duplicator
Bitin my style, nibblin on the big jock
With rhymes so tight, they keep your brain in the headlock
Count the one two three four five
I'm like like pushwagons, tag-teamin your dome
I'm just a champion
[ced gee]
Ah yeah, yo keith, bust this
I got some freestyle rhymes too
I'ma warm up, then i'ma get deep
Bust it, check this out
Yo
Poetic genius, kickin metaphors
Ced gee is the big boss, makin it better for
A pile of them, mc's again, i'm raggin them
So listen up my friend
I'm rappin the manifest, leapin some blind guess
The type of hype i select, when i rap come correct
My mic is on, and it's loaded, and it's lethal
Here's a dose, a taste of my potential
My super menu wind you bend you sends you
To watch a brother like me, continue
Out on the warpath, flashback, sit back
Kick back with that, dope rap attack
Those that can't rap, with that weak rap
Need to get back, and just to add to that
Fact, with words from the knowledge tip
My rhymes are swift, i have the gift
Like hocus-pocus, ced gee, and i'm still on
The mic is loaded with rhymes that flame on
Now you know just what i am creatin
We call it megafunk, a plan stated
I'm verbally passin, rhymes are outlastin
Waxin to smashin and kickin more ass and
With intensity, ced gee has got to be
Schoolin a wannabe, rappers who try to be
Like me, c-e-d
To flow on the mic and show no mercy
I'm a champion, i'm undefeated
My rep is strong, no hype is ever needed
To grow and grow, to grow and grow
To grow and grow, and grow and grow
To grow and grow, and grow and grow
Rap taller than buckwheat's afro,
I'm a champion
song performed by by Ultramagnetic Mc's
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Top Of The Game
Sean Paul (ft. Rahzel) - Top Of The Game
[Rahzel]
(Beat Box)
Come Down
Sean Paul, Sean Paul, Number one
Rahzel, Champion
Sean Paul, Sean Paul, Numba One
Sean Paul, Champion
Numba one, Champion
It's the return of the microphone fiend
I'll be the first nigga to split ya spleen
And Pig ya vision leave ya catarax splitscreen
You'lll be asked out, passed out like mitch green
Fight Club, From a Brad Pitt scene
I'm a SWAT team swingin' the got sixteen
A pimpstein that's makin' ya chicks scream
Download my digital, digital voice screen
Quartermatic widescreen
Low rider with dem' funky eye beams
I'm bad freakin' her back seat
named mean lean
last week ___ full swing
For my brothers' locked down from GP to Tsing Tsing
Sean Paul ( Beat Box) Dance hall, Dance hall, king
The track like a puppet on a string
[Sean Paul]
Patois, I don't know what he's sayin' here, need some help here???
[Chorus]
Top of the game, I'm playin'
Numba One
nobody cyaan hold my flame
Champion
Tell dem' again and again
Numba one
we ready fi drive dem' insane
Champion
Top of the game, I'm playin'
Numba One
nobody cyaan hold my flame
Champion
Tell dem' again and again
Numba one
we ready fi drive dem' insane
Champion
More Patois...
Fi music is in my heart
and it's in my brain
and inna mi soul ______
and vibe dem start so u cyaan complain
When deh music hitta oh u feel no pain
Top of the game, I'm playin'
Numba One
nobody cyaan hold my flame
Champion
Tell dem' again and again
Numba one
we ready fi drive dem' insane
Champion
Top of the game, I'm playin'
Numba One
nobody cyaan hold my flame
Champion
Tell dem' again and again
Numba one
we ready fi drive dem' insane
Champion
Beat Box) Sean Paul
Patois Patois...
Top of the game, I'm playin'
Numba One
nobody cyaan hold my flame
Champion
Tell dem' again and again
Numba one
we ready fi drive dem' insane
Champion
Top of the game, I'm playin'
Numba One
nobody cyaan hold my flame
Champion
Tell dem' again and again
Numba one
we ready fi drive dem' insane
Champion
(Beat Box)
song performed by by Sean Paul
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Believer
Life is what you make it
At least that's what they say
Well, I think I'm going to make it
Fulfill my dreams one day
I feel this fire growing
Deep inside of me
I'm so inspired knowing
That it's my destiny
I breathe like a champion
I dream I'm a champion
I think I'm a champion
That's led to be
My will's getting stronger
I can't wait any longer
I'm singing a song
That's inside of me
Cause I'm a believer
I know that I can't fake it
No matter what they say
Cause I'm a believer
The future is now
And it starts today
Everyday I'm waiting
Trying to find the patience
So close I can taste it
But sometimes it's so hard
But I'm gonna keep on pushin'
And I'm gonna to keep on fightin'
And I'm gonna to keep on tryin'
Because I've come too far
I breathe like a champion
I dream I'm a champion
I see I'm a champion
It's meant to be
My will's getting stonger
I can't wait any longer
I'm singing a song
That's inside of me
Cause I'm a believer
I know that I can make it
No matter what they say
I'm a believer
The future is now
It starts today
Believer, oh
The future is now
It starts today
song performed by by Christina Milian
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Ain't It Good To You
[kool keith]
I'm like cato, my rhyme's the green hornet
You know you want it, rappers get up on it
I flaunt it, throughout the metro-politan
The world's my area
Dance interior, fresh interior decorated
A painted wall with rhymes
That glow and show the biter slow reciter
Up who mighta tried to copy this style
Or change their ways, to wonder if you can
Take me out, on the microphone
I'm strong like benzine, i kill a fiend
Rhymes in my tank, brains pumpin gasoline
Out, i use exxon
And any rappers wack, my mind checks on
Meters and gauges, crankin up lyrical engines
Now i'm ready to roll
On you and him, your whole crew
Let's film it, now take two
Watch the movie, your brain will be the star
Thoughtless, when i take you far
To the galaxy, and leave your domepiece
In the hemisphere, now you're lost on jupiter
Your brain revolves around, you get stupider
Tryin to think, where you're goin
On other planets, rhymes are flowin
Through the milky way, quicker than warp speed
Brains i feed with heatable rays
Ain't it good to you?
[ced gee]
I'm a wise man, prophet of the bible
You wanna try me, then i'm liable
To go and flow and show, don't you know
Edgar allan poe, could not write like this
Mysteries, with a twist
And i insist, to uplift my metaphor
Slice dice and write, and make the brain sore
For, you and him
I kill a rapper, then begin
To wrote and smoke you're chokin then provoke
The joke the most, and walk around like notes
Programmed, you're equal to a dummy
Them want rhyme? you do summies
Backwards, forwards, sideways
Anyway, i say hold it
Now you're in space, plus you're folded
Up, like molecules of matter
Plus you scatter, you wish you had a
Chance to shake, recuperate, recreate
The brain cells, i have ate
Scraped, soak em in solutions
Like benzine, iodine producin
Student of cee's, tryin to be, just like me
Ced gee, the ultramagnetic
A scientist, skilled with knowledge
Once a god, years of college
Accumulated, my wisdom and wit
Thoughts float, ideas are legit
To fit, the rhythm of the tempo
Also, the music more so
Have to move groove soothe and lose you
Now ain't it good to you?
[kool keith]
Once again my rhyme blows up enemies
Wack mc's, across the nation on rotation
You get the hype at the station
Promotion, i put your brain in slow motion
Like lotion, and let it float in the ocean
Then i drown it, your brain begins to bubble
I bring trouble, hang with barney rubble
In bedrock, and watch another head rock
Go through west to washington and ced block
The avenue, passin you, bashin you
In your face, rhymes are crashin you
On the chrome dome, swellin your astrodome
You're in an ambulance, i'm takin you home
To complete the ways i'm on a mission
I see your balls of clay with x-vision
I'm a scientist, your satellites are weak
They get dimmer every time i speak
On my gryoscope you hope to seek the style
That copacetically, bugs you out
On the mic, kool keith in a spaceship
Risin, not followin, plexin
Muscle flexin, lyrics for connection
Rhyme injection, rhythm perfection
Brain selection, has protection
My reflection, shines
Triple times your eye, invisible
I get by your brain
Now ain't it good to you?
[ced gee]
Aiyyo keith, how you say?
Just another boogie down bronx ultramagnetic sure shot
Done at the ultra lab of course
Mixed at d&d with my man andy
Yo, we outta here
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Give The Drummer Some
[intro]
One two, one two
Ultramagnetic's in full effect
We talkin' about givin' the drummer some
You know what, kool keith, yo, tell 'em what's on your mind
Kool keith:
I'm ready
And now it's my turn to build
Uplift, get swift, then drift
Off... and do my own thing
Switch up
Change my pitch up
Smack my bitch up, like a pimp
For any rapper who attempt to wear troop's
And step on my path
I'm willing as a A-1 general
Rhyme enforcer 235 on a rhyme test
Whatever group or vest in line
I put 'em all behind
Play MC Ultra as a warning sign of my
Skill, and what my mind deserves
I smell a grape in the duck preserves
And who deserves the right to be king of the screen
And shout wack poetry
What, are you buggin'
Germs that want to law me
Quit it, before i heat your ear off
Let your burn deduct another year off rappin'
For a face I'm slappin'
Gimme applause when hands start clappin'
Now give the drummer some
Ced-gee:
Well I'm Ced
The rhyming force delta
When I enter, you best take shelter
Cuz I'm dope, and yes I will melt a
Anyone who tried to even felt a
Emotion, or thought that they could hang with me
I cut you up, because you are my enemy
On my stage, interfering with my radius
So step back, cuz I'mma start to spray with this
Can, of raid spray
If you're a germ, filthy like AIDS, I'll
Clean, you up with heat
Vapors, scrubbin' and scrubbing
Like a mistake on paper, I'm rubbin'
Erasin' you out like some ink
Cuz you dirty, your rhymes are stink
Like garbage, I hafta put you in a hefty
Or instead, should I just let thee
Weak MC's accumulate like dust
Take out my duster, shine them up and
Teach... them respect
Hook 'em up just like a tape deck
Mono or stereo, cuz I'm a real pro
With a cameo, and not an afro
This beat is funky, I'm not a nympho
You know why?
Then give the drummer some
Kool Keith:
Some rappers are ratin' us
Some are hatin' us
Some are talkin'
Some debatin' us
Critically, but physically my mind is
Self-taught like a rap pro designed us
A matter to burn MC's and toys with
Flame, 500 degrees of
Rhymes, that heat and cook and
Sizzle, your brain is on the grill at
Nighttime, and what about the daytime
I hear the wack ones, they get a lot of play time
Saying they're wack and wastin' my airtime
You're #2 and next in my spare time
Another rhyme has to be controllin'
And for your brain, it must have been stolen
Tookin', yes, taken away
I'm on the court, and I'm fading away with a
Jumper, I shoot a rhyme in your face
Add the points while I rob the bass
Incredible, come in three dimensions
Parallel with the funky extensions
I'm Kool Keith runnin' rap conventions on
Time
Now give the drummer some
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The Running Men
A running man he was,
that was the thing he was born to do,
th champion never quits and he never was,
back in the old days,
he was...but something change him,
A will from his mother,
A will that will tear him apart,
A will that will make his heart cries in pain,
if he did not follow.
As rhe time goes by,
he change little by little,
he had change to someone tremendously impressive,
A champion he was,
A great changes i think,
succeed to do something that non ordanary people can do,
to become a running man.
A running man he was,
but he did not run from his problem,
he never was,
he know not give up,
those word never exist in his life though,
although he had a rough time back then.
A running man,
someone that i would like to be and wish to be,
someday...
the preseverance will guide me,
to bring out the best in me,
To strive what i should get in life.
poem by Amir Naseem
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Kool Keith Model Android #406
[c.gee] yo whassup kool keith?
[keith] sup ced gee?
[c.gee] yo man i want you to bust this beat out
Like a rappin android, youknowhati'msayin?
It's on you..
[kool keith]
I'm like a frequency, causing interference
With static, my apperance is dominant
With a prominent intro-duction
I do rhyme construction
Wear my boots, for no interruption
On the microphone, model 4-0-6
2-38, four-thousand five, 81
Seven kilowatts of power
Charging every hour
My earth mission -- i'm here to devour mc's
Toys and predators
Small rappers, fake competitors
I'm bigger, and hard as a rock
Burn through steel, and brains i knock
Like enoch, when i crush and kill
Get ill, in time destroy anyone
Who steps in my radius scanners
As the rhythm advances
My rhyme flow, creating your dances
You follow, increased metaphors
Scan control, your brain is sore
And hurting, while alerting the rest
I got the flames, and melting the best
Of the wack ones, now who is left?
You hear me clear, are you blind or deaf?
Insane, as i go in your brain
Through innertubes, my style remains
Topping, express not stopping
Rap janitor, suckers i'm mopping germs
I'm using pine sol
Ajax, and cans of lysol
For parasites, metropolitan termites
New york city, national invites
East coast, west coast can slow down
Beats per minute, and watch me throw down
Papers, a suitcase with rhymes
For every state, zone and different times i'm attacking
All around the globe
Or is it people, my mind will probe
Through jupiter, and those who are stupider
You must learn as technics turn
I am the fire and brains will burn
And bake, like a tasty cake
I'm leavin scars, and ears will ache
In all sections, i'm causin infections
You're now lost, i'm givin you directions
To my skill, total connections are far
Beyond and out of reach
You are the dog, and i have the leash
To each, yes - every one of you
Step back cause the wizard is back
Kool keith!
[c.gee] model 406, android styles
Yo that was fresh man
[keith] straight to the auditory canal
[c.gee] yo man bust this man
They call me delta force one, all-star
I'ma get some of the next one
Yo moe luv, release the groove over there, c'mon
[keith] aight, t.r. love in effect
[c.gee] yo let's do this man, we out
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Funk Radio
[tr love]
Yeah
Smooth in the groove
Yo whassup man, what's up, what's goin on man, what's happenin?
[kool keith]
Yo whassup this is the one, rhythm x, x-calibur
One two, funk ignitor plus (yeah)
Comin at ya at thirty degrees.. farenheight (ha ha)
The heat is on your ears
Right now we gettin ready to get busy on w-k-r-funk radio live!
(we'll burn ya!) with tr love (and moe love on the set)
And we talkin to y'all from los angeles
Live, on w-k-r-funk radio, our own station
See rappers don't know, i snatch a beat
I hear a beat, i catch a beat
The rhythm x roll up, my style gets critical
Brain connects, computer rhymes get phsyical
I walk low, and howl with no afro
X with a bald head, like fidel castro
Walk in a jam, with the mic and my girlfriend
While two girls are buggin, sayin, "keith is my boyfriend!"
But i come back though, start the attack though
Add up some points, like i'm playin nintendo
Now look at the game, i move step in first place
Leave em all blind for hard times and third base
Back to bake em more, fizzle and burn though
But you can't see the record sizzle and turn though
Hittin the top like a hot 45
Like, "ahh - ahh - ahh - ahh - stayin alive, stayin alive"
Yeah, gettin back into business
Rappers get back and do some physical fitness
Jumpin jacks, situps and pushups
Now pick up your brain, and come and lift up some heavy weights
Stupid you're dumb, standin still with dead weight
Rappers try to plex, i mark x
I stamp x, and throw em another x
X-tra rhythm flow, x-tra metaphor
X-tra hype and dope, x-tra cupid feet
X-tra body heat, x-tra brain power
X-tra cash flow, you soft cauliflower
But i do get swift, change the pitch if
You got the rhymes and hammer foots to dance with
Yo, let's get the dead party jumpin
Rappers are crazy wack, and ain't sayin nothin
While people are steady, sweaty tired and boring
Let me go on, steppin to and flow on
And so on, turn the mic in my show on
Please the crowd with some super dope hype stuff
Lyrical metaphor, and some of that right stuff
Shakin your brain up, wakin your brain up
Confusin your mind like a block or rubik's cube
Think about it, you probably don't understand
With a lower iq, a weak brain my man
So listen up, and go on back to school
Fool.. you ain't jack
Yeah that's comin live from w-k-r-funk
With dj moe love, tr love
We gon', bring it out, by special request
For tr funky love
[tr love]
Yeah, thanks a lot for that funky introduction rhythm x
I appreciate it
Yeah the phones are lightin up crazy
We want the 103rd caller to come in
And win them disco pants in the contest
Now if you ready for some more live hype stuff
So here it is..
Some rappers can flow and, rock off the slow jam
Stay hype, continously, cause i know i can
Rock off tempo, fast or even hyper
Just like a sniper, pied microphone piper
Smooth rough and ready, hardcore stanyin steady
In the lane, rock'n'roll ready
On, any, mc type wannabe like
Had to sound like, gots to be like
Wants to look like, has to act like
Now you feel like.. hmm
You know you're perpetrating? yeah right
C'mon face it, and then chase it
You can taste it, cause i placed it
Smack in your face, with five million lbs of bass
Boomin systems ads can't replace
In fact all, the rhythm is packed on tightly
+days of thunder+? not likely
Fact or fiction, while i got you scheamin
You ain't ready boy, i caught you sleepin
And searchin for a dope style, combine to watch our
Freestyle, straight from the penile
Buckwild, runnin wild with the golden mic
I'm like a flash, first you see, then you lose sight
Of the master tr, plan in hand
Destroyin a foe, who's not in demand
So act now, and for the fact now
There's no doubt in my mind, i'll be rap now
C'mon on man, c'mon!
Yo, mc's, you say you're comin back?
Huh, yo, you ain't jack.. jack.. jack.. jack.. jack..
[kool keith]
Jack.. jack.. jack.. jack..
[tr love]
Yeah, ha hah, ha hah, ha hah..
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I would like to cite an instance which proves the efficacy of clean living on the part of an athlete coupled with the inspiration received from a champion which go a long way to making a champion.
quote by Major Taylor
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The last three or four reps is what makes the muscle grow. This area of pain divides the champion from someone else who is not a champion. That's what most people lack, having the guts to go on and just say they'll go through the pain no matter what happens.
quote by Arnold Schwarzenegger
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The reason sport is attractive to many of the general public is that it's filled with reversals. What you think may happen doesn't happen. A champion is beaten, an unknown becomes a champion.
quote by Roger Bannister
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Ease Back
Say what (yea) now ease back
To the rear, you hear
Eardrums drown, the bass pound
Really stupid, we gonna loop this
? scoop it, is that we rock it
While ducks jock this
Biting and writing and fighting for this
Beats and wax, rhymes are facts
Biting acts
How we did it, for this one, that one
Biters around, check out the sound
In town, to the rhythm that we give 'em
In fact you lack
(ultramagnetic) skills
'cause your record's no frills
Here's your bill now ease back
Ease back
(kool keith)
I'm back
Back to smack attack
Those who wack and lack my experience
On the microphone holding my own ground
Dominating forces
Change the sources, punks takes losses
Enough cause it's me on the mic
Feeding on words, small like a nerd
Haven't you heard this change of rhyme
Continuing the land of time
For my incredible, highly elevated
Smooth in the mind, more sophisicated
Motivated, as i relate it verbal
Dissing a mouse and smacking any gerbel
I bought a saab, a 1990 turbo
Shining, fog lights in the front
I'm by myself, no seats for a stunt
'cause i want it like that, i got it like that
I have it like, i need it like that
It's better like that, i made it like that
I bought it like that, i'm living like that
For you wack mc's
Who go on the mic and blow on the mic
And perpetrate frauds and making mistakes
Like an amateur but i'm a 20 year veteran
And better than, including the rest of them
I chew 'em all and spit out the best of them
One by one, i'm teaching my son
To ease back
Ease back
(seth g)
What's up, it's me again
I'm seth g wit a funky blend
Of beats and rhymes on time wit my dj
He's not weak wit anything he plays
Rocking, slicing, rep is treacherous
Like a professor, he had perfected this
Simple potion, through devotion
Wit his blends, his motions and fastly approaching
Coasting, reaching higher levels
So when you see 'em, you best say hello
I'm a take out a knife,pen and paper and write
A rhyme so dope you can't think, can't cope
Ducks, who are you really kidding
You say you're dope, well you're admitting
That you can't compete because you're rhymes are weak
Full of more nonsense, past tense, incomplete
Weap and learn a new rap style
From seth g, the wizard of know how
An innovation, elevation, psyching the nation
When i ease back
Ease back
song performed by by Ultramagnetic Mc's
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You know what a champion is? A champion is someone who's ready when the gong rings - not just before, not just after - but when it rings.
quote by Jack Dempsey
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Don't Shout when You Wipe Out
To those misguided,
And surfing to ride...
On the crest of waves,
Behind those who champion...
The act as a challenge,
And not a followed task.
Don't shout when you wipe out!
Screaming for the attention you seek.
If the water is too deep...
And you wish to touch the sand,
By using your own abilities.
It will be your own feet,
Upon which you will eventually stand...
To explain why you surf,
When you are not yet deserving...
To qualify yourself as a champion!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Local Lad
I never saw a face so bright
With brilliant blood and joy,
As was the grinning mug last night
Of Dick, our local boy,
When with a clumsy, lucky clout
He knocked the champion out.
A week ago he swung a pick
And sweated in a ditch.
Tonight he's togged up mighty slick,
And fancies himself rich.
With floozies, fine food, bubbly drink
He'll go to hell I think.
Unless they make another match;
And if they do I guess
The champion won't have a scratch,
But Dick will be a mess;
His map will be a muck of gore
As he sprawls on the floor.
Then he'll go back his pick to swing,
And sweat deep in the mud . . .
Yet still I see him in the ring,
So gay with glee and blood,
Dancing a jig and holding high
His gloves to climb the sky.
poem by Robert William Service
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A Sleeping Champion
He was a sleeping champion
for every cause he never knew,
only awaked when someone
had a troubled heart.
They came to him for kind words,
and comfort and kind words is what they got.
They admired him from afar.
Yet the sadness of this champion
is something they never saw.
They only saw his brightness,
as he tried to help one and all.
Then one day something happened to him,
and he couldn’t understand,
why suddenly he was surround,
by so many who called him a friend.
He was amazed why so many
now wanted to comfort him.
10October 2007
poem by David Harris
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To be a champion you must act like one, act like a champion.
quote by Lou Ferrigno
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Willie Neenan Is Still Running
Willie Neenan is still running as running to him is as much a part of his life
As the lives of his athletic daughters and of Marie his good wife
An Irish champion in his seventies and an Irish champion in his prime
No doubt Millstreet's greatest athlete he's proved that time after time.
Willie Neenan is still running to me that comes as no surprise
He runs in sunny weather and when the rain pours from the skies
He has run in the depths of Winter in the frost and in the snow
Willie Neenan was a champion more than fifty years ago.
He won a World silver medal for Ireland at the Master's Games in San Juan in eighty three
Losing out on gold by the narrowest of margins in his surge for victory
The Pipers band came out to play for him in Millstreet his Hometown
He had proved himself against the World's best cannot keep a good one down.
Willie Neenan is still running his great victories we recall
Of Millstreet's many famous athletes the most famous of them all
He was an Irish champion when I was a schoolboy
And he will go on running until the day he die.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Nimble and Quick
It’s the first Olympics on the moon,
And the crowd is all in helmets and suits.
Out walks the champion at the crack of noon,
And kicks the moon-dust from his boots.
The pole-vault is the upcoming event,
But no high bar is seen in the sky.
Aloft in a rocket module the champion went,
To his homebound spacecraft flying high.
poem by Albert Price
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The Rhyming Flu
It’s 1: 15 A.M.
I’m sitting here in bed;
I want to go to sleep,
But rhymes are in my head.
I just came upstairs;
I was just on the com,
Working out a poem;
For Ainaa to recite in the morn.
The problem with rhyme and I;
Is that it starts and never stops,
Remember it’s one o’clock;
But rhymes still pulse my thoughts.
So I’m writing this very rhyme;
Hoping my rhyme runs out,
But such a hope’s impossible;
When my rhymes are as abundant as trout.
I know what you all are thinking:
“This rhyme is simply a gimmick;
This boy’s not really sleepy,
He’s wide awake with this limerick.”
“This story of sleep is really;
Just some tricky plot,
To make you think he flows out rhyme;
Like water from a cracked pot.”
But, nay, it is true;
I’ve got the rhyming flu,
I’m hoping that by writing this rhyme;
All my rhymes shall be through.
Aha, I know the cure;
The medicine’s no longer obscure!
To end this awful rhyme;
I need a word that does NOT rhyme!
I’ve heard of the word before;
It’s like English’s Achilles heel,
No matter how hard you rhyme;
Its un-rhyming-ness is an iron veil.
Touché now rhyming flu;
This word I give to you!
Try rhyming the word ‘month’
…Ha-ha, you can’t now, can you! ?
The rhyming flu has left me…
I can feel it leaving my mind…
Ahhh… I am so relieved…
The clock says it’s now sleepy time...
…zZzZZZ
poem by Warren Chan
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