Artist: The 49ers Album: State of the Art Song: Champagne Typed by: OliverLang55@yahoo.com Marchitect Brother my rhymes the rap that it slaps the black actor Five seconds into the flick the sick rapper Mad suckers running their lips like Mick Jagger I gotta deal with Duracell because of how they get battered They're cartoon rappers only right they get splattered Only right they get madder than cattle or the hatter They're like the president because what they say ain't never matter I sever matter, like a professor breaking atoms They slept in when I crept in but now they're up and at 'um Like a No-Doze overdose straight got comatose Wash all up like dirty water rolling over stones It gets deep like Oliver Stones overtones It hits close to home give your bones a jones All year round slamming suckers like Bones Malone I do a show then hit the road like a motor home So never let it happen like you see me sitting home alone Hook (2xs) Champagne for my real friends, and real pain for my sham friends The 49ers got 'um crammed in Every beat that I fuck with is slammin' In every country, every city that I land in Marchitect You holding on the words that I didn't say You ain't gonna hurt nobody like Kid N Play Playing hoops the only way you gonna move a brick a day Why front, you know you need to sit and pray Because I do do a lot of bullshit in a way Of getting a pay, getting away, catching a ray With a fox like Jamie get the box and just play me Need the brother with the knock never hesitate to say me Stab a meet decathlete dismantle the sport And I kill a cut like Emanuel Stewart Cause I was destined to flip it like the channel before You know the one who wack rappers' galore and further more Hook (2xs) Champagne for my real friends, and real pain for my sham friends The 49ers got 'um crammed in Every beat that I fuck with is slammin' In every country, every city that I land in Marchitect Yo I got my hand up in the right pot put my feet up in the right spot Move like a cheetah when the night drops I be a rapper what a cataract is to a Cyclops You're full of air just like the back of fucking hi-tops Or mop tops give me the top pie So why you so surprised your girlie has to stop by And it's a shame to see the world going loco Like Tone Loc with an Uzi on train to Acapulco You finally got you lute, you ready to shoot up You ready to get your jewels snatched like Montezuma And I presumed the punks spreading all the rumors Hide and go inside when I'm spreading all the tumors And tremors and dilemmas when the quake fucks the room up You hear the glass is dropping then awake and pick the broom up Damn, just to think last week You was the world's best rapper rapping over wack beats Hook (2xs) Champagne for my real friends, and real pain for my sham friends The 49ers got 'um crammed in Every beat that I F with is slammin' In every country, every city that I land in