Wit a name like conflict u no im gonna win/
Cause u cant belive the perdicimins ill put’ch in/
U call ur self cezar, I should be wearin da crown/
Cause when im finsihed wit ya eveyone will be pointed their thumbs down/ *
Ur garbage, y u gotta lie/
The only time u get appluded is when u pass the mic
U gona lose battlin mags wit heat seekers/
U fukin wit death like have sex wit da grim reaper/
U got da appetite fo battles well I got da recipe/
Uve only seen a little uve neve seen da rest a me


* ceaser would point his fingers down if he wanted a gladiator to kill another gladiator