Kool G Rap
Gods & Gladiators
[Verse 1: Ironic]
I keep coming like 300, led by Leonidas
Old Testament violence, vengeance, thunder and lightening
Hell-fire and brimstone, Clash of the Titans
Hold a mic like Poseidon's trident , half viking, half lycan
Reel Wolf in the field, burying barbarians
Sheepskin on my back as I clap at your chariot
Ghost Ridin' the whip, come through the arena
Control the coliseum; all hail Julius Caesar!
Witness the rebirth of Prime Minister Pete Nice
Heart froze, with the burner ignite, I am from ice
Effectively, deception scheme, perfect treachery like weaponry
Pretendin' to rest, the beast that beheadin' my enemies relentlessly
Amateurs can't match this military strategist
Semi-automatic cannons blast on behalf of the sadomasochist
Illuminate the road to Damascus as haters remains burn
The gladiator days have returned

[Verse 2: Kool G Rap]
KGR the conqueror, I'm like Attila the Hun
Slay n***as and chill with their hun in a 'chilla for fun
Murder, rape, pillage a slum
Ten seconds for the villains to run
I decapitate all the militant ones
Giancana state, never really fond of they place
N***a, my sword penetrate through your armor plate
I'll put my fist through your skull like it was Thor's hammer
Make your whore stand up and let my whore slam her
Put your kids in hands of mans with poor manners
More of a chance to get thrown in pits with four panthers
Better pray I let 'em live, hope the lord answers
Biggest legion in the region, we castle door rammers
[Verse 3: Swifty McVay]
I'm the top dog, you can't compare this Mossberg to a sharp sword
I'll have an angel playing the harp for 'em
A warrior, striking with the force of a harpoon
Stabbing your abdomen, my aim is immaculate
No matter how many men you have in your clique
I'm clapping this gat, I'm sending them back
Flipping is accurate as an Olympic medalist
Blow the head off your shoulders
Have 'em rolling like boulders in avalanches
Cold as the Aspens when assassinating bastards
Grabbing them with the strength of Samson
This mag sagging my pants, dragging my scrotum sac through the avenue laughing
My head spinning like Tasmanian Devil after the Jägermeister and yak attack my bladder
It's a matter of life and death tampering with this bastard
Cancelling these excessive backstabbers, I cut 'em faster
Than an aggressive cancer before it travels