| I’m alive again |
| More alive than I |
| Have ever been |
| And now I’m climbing (climbing) |
| To the top to win |
| And nothings gonna stop |
| Me in the end |
| Victorious |
| And everyday that I awake |
| I say a prayer and I give thanks |
| That I’m alive and I am glad |
| That I’ve been given one more chance |
| My eyes are open now I see |
| The powers dwelling within me |
| I’ve done the deeds I’ve cleared my head |
| Now I am clean back from the dead |
| Whoa! |
| I rise above it all and I’m not coming down |
| Whoa! |
| Because a champion is what they call me now |
| And I’m not backing down (hey, hey, hey) |
| I will stand my ground (hey, hey, hey) |
| Whoa! |
| Because a champion is what they call me now |
| Huh! |
| Look how far I’ve come |
| The wars that I have won |
| I think out loud |
| Victorious and proud |
| The years behind |
| The tears I try to hide |
| This pain won’t last |
| Time to remove this mask |
| My eyes are open now I see |
| The powers dwelling within me |
| I’ve done the deeds I’ve cleared my head |
| Now I am clean back from the dead |
| Whoa! |
| I rise above it all and I’m not coming down |
| Whoa! |
| Because a champion is what they call me now |
| And I’m not backing down (hey, hey, hey) |
| I will stand my ground (hey, hey, hey) |
| Whoa! |
| Because a champion is what they call me now |
| Alright stop, stop |
| Hold on, hold on, hold on |
| I got this new head on my shoulders and I’m lookin' for justice |
| So gladly seekin' out bitches that decided to talk shit |
| You want conflict? |
| Well I got it and I ain’t gonna stop |
| Until I drop or take that motherfuckin' place on top |
| Ain’t given it back when I take that place |
| As a matter of fact lets cut to the chase |
| Gonna take that spot on top of the list quick! |
| Call it statutory rape |
| You want some beef? Better bring a fork |
| Cause i’m never gonna pass the torch |
| Gonna keep goin' with the flows exposin' you hoes to show you I’m more important |
| A lil' bit of dirt mixed with the mud a lil' bit of rock mixed with a thug |
| Gotta good heart inside my chest and a lil' bit of gangster in my blood |
| Been to jail I’ve been to prison went to hell and had a vision |
| Was presented with a decision to change how I was livin' |
| Gotta give it up gotta give it back |
| I’ve had enough gotta get intact |
| As a matter of fact gotta get these kats in check and stack these fucking racks |
| Gotta get that cheese gotta get that bread gotta get that dough gotta get ahead |
| gotta cut no slack to these motherfuckin' punks |
| BACK FROM THE DEAD GO |
| Whoa! |
| I rise above it all and I’m not coming down |
| Whoa! |
| Because a champion is what they call me |
| Whoa! |
| I rise above it all and I’m not coming down |
| Whoa! |
| Because a champion is what they call me now |
| And I’m not backing down (hey, hey, hey) |
| I will stand my ground (hey, hey, hey) |
| Whoa! |
| Because a champion is what they call me |
| A champion is what they call me NOW |
| Yeah! |