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dj lostnfound - gladiators lyrics

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[intro]
yeah
let me talk to ’em lord
big guillotines, big choppa

[verse 1: yp aka young paul]
gave me hope, in this place where folks (lord)
keep the draco close unstable homes
stay broken, ain’t no fables told
told my sons it’s better staying low (yeah)
cuz pride come before destruction
it’s more poppin’ when you pray and grow
stop and listen, the glock is kicking
the bomb is ticking so they praying to allah, like islamic children
mad homies yo the block is tripping
plot is thicken, squad is switching
man i sit and wonder what my god is thinking (woah)
bunch of rappers wanna wraith for show, chains and clothes
while i pay for bills, barely making it to stay afloat
life is hard whеn you staying broke (yeah)
some’ll takе the road of robbing for a come up so they spraying toast where i rest at, they blam on the k
like back on the day, ran around hand on a blade (ugh)
little kids in parks, catch on a stray
puttin’ in work in for the devil like they anton lavey (woah)

[chorus:]
building blocks, where the wicked roams
our swords chop the head off all our opps
like they did in rome
the colosseum for the gladiators
a lot of blood and tears shed
we crying now, but we laughing later
building blocks, where the wicked roams
our swords chop the head off all our opps
like they did in rome
the colosseum for the gladiators
a lot of blood and tears shed
we crying now, but we laughing later
[verse 2: eminencee]
keep watch, so you won’t be surprised
canon man sized, off balance get your casket queen sized
blew me from gravel i’m fertilized, inherited king’s pride
any slander, they’ll get raccoon eyes
lack of knowledge, often penalized
deck of cards, handed out
my odds ammo came from god, grenade lob
escalating bombs, business as usual
normal day for me, original formula
fear won’t hold me hostage
nonchalant in danger, your reason garbage
i know the outcome, faith is what it costed
disturb my peace, gravity pardon, the nights shorten
duty from a higher power
pops told me i would have perfect attendance
in a celly, i’ve been giving bars from the belly
ever since words won’t mince, hating won’t dim my light
refused to let it eclipse, surging through these waters
only sailors jump ship (ugh)

[chorus:]
building blocks, where the wicked roams
our swords chop the head off all our opps
like they did in rome
the colosseum for the gladiators
a lot of blood and tears shed
we crying now, but we laughing later
building blocks, where the wicked roams
our swords chop the head off all our opps
like they did in rome
the colosseum for the gladiators
a lot of blood and tears shed
we crying now, but we laughing later

[verse 3: monster tarver]
(monster)
i’m the human version of megatron, decepticon
fully loaded with lead in my lexicon
the pressure’s on
you would be best to run, when the message come
if your reflection’s gone, i’m the one that you need protection from
riding on this roller coaster with holy culture
exposin’ vultures who would try to profit off the lord and focus
on making money off the name of the savior
play with the favor
went from being a predator, became an eraser
i get to the chopper and hit when it’s proper to shine
i spit like i’m conscious and lifting up god when i rhyme (let’s go)
i’m like a black preacher, mixed with jack reacher
you probably should write your will
asking monster tarver for that feature (woo)
they say that christian rap is dead, well i’m back instead
to impact the rest of this newer generation, go back to bed (woah)
i read the comments and i’m glad i hate her spits
cause i’ll turn any feature song into a gladiator pit
and i’m at the main event, i’m covered in vibrainium
spit acid, my hair is made out of titanium
i was genetically engineered to withstand the frequencies
of this devil worshipping mumble rap tryna compete with me
(let’s go)
i worship christ and prefer the might of the word to write
i’ve learned to fight and disturb the plight of any perverted type (ugh)
the aftermath, like if a doctor made a label
this isn’t a vocal booth, this is an operating table
(i’m a monster)



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