Prometheus is the ultimate MC
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Multiple champion, best of the best
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Competitors under pressure from him sit down in a puddle right there
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Each line is a poisoned arrow in the enemy's body
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Time to test the strength of the armor of Spartacus
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Prometheus, speech is tightly rhymed
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My microphone is like a sword of Damocles
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Able to doom someone who thought a lot about himself
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Merge, forever silent
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It's useless to resist
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This MC is zero, I put it in its place
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My lyrics are the quintessence
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I'm here to win, how to beat a baby
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Immediately they gave a pair of embryos
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Who has nothing to do in the Champions League
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There are many such colorful ones, their name is legion
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But after the battle, the worms will feast on the clown
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This is the alignment, Spartacus
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You are an expert in fights
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Well, if so, I'll throw a couple of phrases to the beat
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That you even knead dirt in the arena, slave
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Smerd runaway, your rap is ridiculous and faded
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Next to titanium you are not competitive
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For only man and other gladiators were with you
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But everyone disappeared somewhere and you tend to forget it
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Apparently, you counted what is not allowed for the bull
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Jupiter will be allowed
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What are you talking about, stranger? |
Wake up in the name of heaven here!
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I'm the one who challenged Zeus, and you're just passing through here
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Thracian mediocrity, do not climb Olympus
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Better remember the friends that fell for you
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You're not even a myth, but I'm worthy of hundreds of branches and palm trees
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Louder! |
Louder! |
Louder! |