Hell Razah - Gladiators lyrics

Feat. Fokis, k**ah Priest [Intro: Gladiator sample] Brothers What we do in life echoes in eternity [Hell Razah] A lot of kitties wanna f** you when that cash is coming Tell Bush I spit weapons of ma** destruction n***as spending half their budget on wack production I was taught have your own dough, don't ask for nothing And if she over eighteen then her a** is f**ing Karma Sutra, my mind rule her body and soul More purer than a diamond that come out of that coal I reload when I hear the drum roll Kicks and sneers, my mic switch hands like 'Musical Chairs' You don't know what I do to careers We the people under the stairs in projects stroking our beards If I cry, stigmata got blood in my tears Write a verse on the Vatican wall, I'm grabbing my sword And ride in the name of the Lord, I clip wires and chords Too many rappers who be liars and frauds It's 'Fahrenheit 9/11' when I hold the weapon It's Razah, I can take you through Hell or Heaven A living legend young OG raise the oldies '70's, Isaac Hayes, my eyes look hazed For them rebels that I love that's inside the graves [Chorus: Fokis] Aiyo its on now, n***as better ring the alarm Stay in your post, better stay strapped with your arms We coming equipped, spit with the force of a full clip The impact will pierce then will shatter a brick You playing for keeps, so we brought it back to the streets We been grinding long enough, now we ready to eat Prepare for defeat homie, 'cause we ready to ride n***a, la daddy da da da da da da [Fokis] The beat is my battleground so I'm loaded with cannons And plenty rounds encase I got to tangle with clowns Back my man down, you damn right, we lay them on stretchers Wrap a chord around you n***as like a boa constrictor With live pressure like a Burmese python We praised like icons, for real you be slain like Mike on These best days on a ball court, bury allsorts Of amateur n***as and ride out with my cohorts Or silver plated chariots explode inside my Child of Nazareth But more iller, the Razah's soul, don't call me Lazarus It's hazardous, rain dishing, blowing in Hell's Kitchen There's long friction, I'm strapped and got the goons in position Assume the position, don't make me critical your condition I cause an expedition when I'm letting off ammunition Take the pots you piss in just to make a f**ing example I bodily trample your microphone and leave and leave it dismantled Get broken and smashed into smithereens, my tongue is like a guillotine The lines will drop a potent gold ray deep in the submarines We living legends that done mastered the flow Me, k**ah Priest and Hell Razah, now we after that dough [Chorus] [k**ah Priest] It's animal instinct when the Priest print ink I go in like a sabre tooth on back of a mammoth Silverback flow, smack a f**ing giraffe to the canvas The track to me is like deer meat Komodo Dragon saliva drip from the teeth See this is the streets, I write it like it's Animal Planet Prehistoric knives blowing While I'm look like Hannibal standing Two flammable cannons will go off Take out a wall like Robotron My 'Dead Sea Scrolls' written in cloth Y'all see the next Holocaust Be holy road on a horse throwing lighting rods 'Cause your fighting a God The skies turn black, the moon will blood the Viking your sharks I slaughter y'all rappers, faster than air fills up your asthma Act up the plasma will meet you As your back touch the mattress, I'll destroy MC's and b-boys, use the DJ as decoys I heat up the mic to pre-boil I spit soil like I got bronchitis or a lung virus We can do this with sixteen or gunfire I got your thumbs in pliers, this is my year My block I'm selling, plus I'm the suppliers Priest