Descended from battered slaves, barricades only aggravate us Friends and foe dying, no lying, grew up fightin' gladiators Whoever left son soakin', it's unspoken; you gotta see 'em We don't do a rest, 'til the death, rules of the coliseum
Probably my fav track on that album. Beat is fukking grimey and as usual he was spitting his ass off
"Recruit a hard shooting guard, stay on point
They come for dinner it's a front and center display, long joint
Keep your wolf tickets, only cowards bought it
Here apes flex, you take steps and power forward"
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