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