Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Colosseum, artist - CES Cru. Album song 13, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.08.2012
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Colosseum |
| Dippin' into a pool that’s full of fools with nothing to say |
| Steppin' inside the booth, these dudes praying for luck on the page |
| Flippin' their flows, you know the only go a couple of ways |
| Pullin' in droves of hoes, fancy clothes, hustling yay |
| Lyrical dynamite, cypher raw, busting a flame |
| Sicker than all of y’all, my crew coming, we’re crushing the game |
| Gettin' dividends and diamond mines up in the chain |
| Strugglin' all my life I had to fight, grew up in the pain |
| Shippin' the fame and hype over night, blew up in the game |
| Pushing my pen inside your vestibule to rupture your brain |
| Running up in your shit for what ever the structure contain |
| Doctor Hannibal Lecter, the cops stuck with distain |
| A speech of mine would make Clarice come and unbuckle the chains |
| Buffalo Bill, y’alls dick and balls tucked in your legs |
| These chickens sit upon the side line, clucking for eggs |
| I’m ready to make an omelette, I’m looking for something to break |
| We coming the pace and face to the left |
| If you came for the Ces, why you savin' your breath |
| One step to the right, lit it up in the lights |
| Get wild for the night |
| Err’body in the back, where you in? |
| Where you at? |
| More middle of the map |
| Bring it back to the front |
| When I snap on a one |
| Let me see your ass all jump, jump, jump! |
| Trapped in the Colosseum |
| A sea of 'em all I see is |
| Prey for the predator |
| Dying for what they call ideas |
| Go for your gun and it’s done |
| Nobody ever lived that come at this one |
| Go for your gun and it’s done |
| Nobody ever lived that come at this one |
| Spilling my blood while paintin' a pic |
| Stick in the mud, some say what we make is the shit |
| And whether or not I believe y’all the tiniest bit |
| I know when to go, Tech told me to stick to the script |
| Doin' a pile of blow til' I feel the Deevil inside |
| Runnin around the crib nakey, I got nothin' to hide |
| Tippin' the scale in our favor, tryna savor the buzz |
| Comin' up in the game, killin' with a plethora of cuts |
| And you can bet I give the credit to the blunts and the drugs |
| All of that said, you can still find me up in the club |
| And I’m an animal, nobody wants a beast in the camp |
| Revving this engine, pedal to the medal, reachin' the ramp |
| Put 'em in ICU, when I see you be sure to salute |
| I’m Ready to Die, don’t ask me why, nigga, just Gimme the Loot |
| Tell 'em I got it, Godemis gotta be fadin' to black |
| Stumblin' out the MIDI, throwin' up the snake and the bat |
| Now bring it back |
| Get 'em in line, blindfolded, backs flat to the wall |
| Keepin' in mind «I'm the death dealer bustin' at y’all» |
| The way they been talkin' sound as soft as somethin' stuffed in they bra |
| Your fuckin' opinion matter as much as what I flushed at the mall |
| Who in the fuck are y’all callin' suckers, puckerin' up |
| Lookin' to blow it all, well I’m packin' somethin' to suck |
| We in the arena now, we leave it all out on the field |
| Countin' the minutes til' its 13 with an hour to kill |
| Gimme the powder with pills, sippin' a bottle, I’m swill |
| Nobody believed it includin' me, but we do got a deal |
| How does it feel, I’m feelin' the winter chill, tip of the ice |
| They givin' me cold stares and they so flakey they drift in the skies |
| The holiest matrimony, holy’s chuckin' handful of rice |
| Makin' a pact you’ll probably regret for the rest of your life |
| I’m steppin' inside the ring and dancin', hangin' all on the ropes |
| The media’s screamin' at me, snappin' pics and callin' for quotes |