Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gladiator, artist - Common.
Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gladiator |
Nothing you could do |
(Straight up) |
There’s nothing you could do |
(Not a boy says) |
There’s nothing you could do |
(I want to know why you want tot play with it) |
There’s nothing you could do |
They say he’s a radical, he don’t fit the game |
A heart full of glory and a fist of pain |
A couple of battle scars but shit’s the same |
Are you not entertained? |
So all the onlookers and the bystanders |
Wait till intermission, run buy your camera |
Record the moment 'cause it’ll be platinum |
And you could say you seen |
Common rock the stadium with Gladiator |
I was told by a wise old to come from the heart |
Though I might’ve did The Light, I don’t run from the dark |
The dark knight to spark mics and start fights |
The warrior archetype like Kimbo Slice |
It’s strength in the beard, am I loved or feared? |
A beast amongst boys like Paul I’m revered |
Vroof, vroof, vroof, vroof, vroof, vroof |
Well, like Jacob Jewel, I keep clientele |
You frail on the mic like you might break a nail |
I might smoke a joint but I won’t take the L |
I knew a fat girl who broke the scale |
Still touched down 'cause I was off Artell |
Had dreams of breaking Mike Vick out of jail |
Took the underground rail to the end that failed |
I rebel, NYSL, here to leave a trail like Nelson Mandela |
There’s nothing you could do |
(Man, why you want to go against me?) |
There’s nothing you could do |
(You sing where I fall) |
There’s nothing you could do |
(You sing what I do) |
There’s nothing you could do |
They say he’s a radical, he don’t fit the game |
A heart full of glory and a fist of pain |
A couple of battle scars but shit’s the same |
Are you not entertained? |
So all the onlookers and the bystanders |
Wait till intermission, run buy your camera |
Record the moment 'cause it’ll be platinum |
And you could say you seen Common rock the stadium |
My words is the sword, my skill is the shield |
My life is the style, I stay dressed to kill |
A legend like Will Smith with the steel |
I could save the world when shit get for real |
Skinny George Foreman, all in your grill |
My rhyme style is blind, it’s all in the feel |
Touch it and watch the blood fall with the steel |
The weak raps you wrote you could call that your will |
My drive, vroom, is how I stay the livest |
Your guys got you gassed, my flow is a hybrid |
Crashed I survived it, gashes over eyelids |
You easy to take out 'cause you hot garbage |
I’m amped like wattage, the truth nigga honest |
Any moment opponents drop out like college |
Kneel and pay homage to the rap Ziggy Stardust |
Stadium hands in the air fists balled up |
There’s nothing you could do |
(You know what it is) |
There’s nothing you could do |
(The boys rock) |
There’s nothing you could do |
(So who next?) |
There’s nothing you could do |
They say he’s a radical, he don’t fit the game |
A heart full of glory and a fist of pain |
A couple of battle scars but shit’s the same |
Are you not entertained? |
So all the onlookers and the bystanders |
Wait till intermission, run buy your camera |
Record the moment 'cause it’ll be platinum |
And you could say you seen |
Common rock the stadium, the gladiator |
Feet in the dirt, blood on the shirt |
Scars over bars, symbols of the work |
Tight clothes the armor, center of the drama |
Defeat your whole army like this is Sparta |
So don’t violate or you’ll get violated |
Some of you model bitches is so overrated |
Don’t mean to underrate it but damn it, I made it |
In the water I waded, on the corner I painted |
Draw blood like we related |
MCs get de-decapitated |
Syncopated is the style that I fight with, write with |
Mr. Excitement, change your face up |
Like a white chick then light shit |
Up like a dread with the herbs |
Get sex in the city and head in the burbs |
These are the words of a radical |
The crowd applaud, I’m bowed, I’m proud to be the gladiator |
There’s nothing you could do |
(How could you even question this?) |
There’s nothing you could do |
(Now you know) |
There’s nothing you could do |
(The future) |
There’s nothing you could do |
They say he’s a radical, he don’t fit the game |
A heart full of glory and a fist of pain |
A couple of battle scars but shit’s the same |
Are you not entertained? |
So all the onlookers and the bystanders |
Wait till intermission, run buy your camera |
Record the moment 'cause it’ll be platinum |
And you could say you seen |
Common rock the stadium with Gladiator |