Inspectah Deck - The Colosseum lyrics

[Produced by A-Villa] [Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.] Young Krizzle that n***a they never rule out Goin' forward, hit like Thor, what movin' you 'bout? Lot of n***as claimin' MC's won't stand the test of time Thank God I was blessed to rhyme the way that would reflect the shine Lights on the southern country folk Know they hatin' when I'm ba**in', knockin' pots up off their porch Window tinted, got me hidden, creepin', crawlin' like a float Or parade, grippin' grain and chariots on them spokes Spartacus couldn't spar with us, true gladiators I had concubines way before I had paper Tryna live in high rises, Mount Olympus krill This ain't even my spot, it's just some simple sh** Got a couple Medusas that keep me rock hard These n***as optical illusions, they are not stars If it ain't that GQ then it's not ours f** that bullsh**, b**h, I'm 'bout war Hope you're 'bout yours [Hook: Scratches] I'm one man against the world Remember this forever The king of my kingdom Bring it to 'em raw Ready for war That's how you bring it [Verse 2: Termanology] Ayo I spit sick, it's Term the ill spick Here to rip sh** down with Villa and Big K.R.I.T It's the gambino, callin' in shots like Rick Pitino In the Benzito, hustle for ends, and Bens, c-notes I'm in the villa with Villa, bumpin' that Dilla Pop a pill or crack a fill and just listen to how I k** it Yo your boy's chill, but my chain is chilly, chilla Charles Manson Choppin' bodies and throw 'em in the river I be head huntin', puttin' hundreds on your head Hollow heads have you singin' Hail Marys in your bed See the bloodshed? Ain't a blood but I love red I be blackin' out, wakin' up runnin' away from feds Went from Beantown, Chi Town to Mississippi Got k**ers with me flippin' them 50 cals, gettin' busy Ain't a thing pretty, I'm prolly goin' to Hell too And when I do I'll be chillin' with Pun and L too But I'ma let my man Pun tell you [Hook: Scratches] [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] Game of thrones, king of the north, that's how my name is known Play bold, off with your head soon as the blade is shown No chaperon, you alone in the battle zone Dome blower, lightin' up the room like bad cologne I spit piff, still k** you with the stress line See a sigh on the set whenever Deck rhymes I be closin' on bread, just like a bread tie Reppin' SI, do or die, NY Ridiculous game, my slang tastin' big and gross Thirty chicks on their period ain't got a sicker flow Three chicks alone, I spend about what you get a show You still runnin' behind your man like a pick and roll Call me the general, there's blood on my stripes Mud on my Nikes, the struggle made me double the price I'm nothin' nice, I shake 'em like a couple of dice Wanna ride with a n***a, better buckle up tight [Outro] There's a code! Your clan tried to k** me, now I'll k** all of you! I warned you! You have no chance!