Pulled by a horse drawn carriage, the lone gladiator stood tall
Horses were kickin and sneering, as the cheering crowds applauds
Hes the celestial son, like a torch, he lifts the mic up into the air
Drawing energy with a gravitational pull as emcees cop his debonair
He's charismatic and earthly, ladies are drawn to his charm
Fellas like his explosiveness, as he kills with the swing of his arm
He'll break the necks of opposition, as they twist in a vortex of rhyme
But hes warm in the heart in spite of his bloodshot fire-ry eyes
His fingers are worn and calloused from wielding his mic flippin tricks
However hes cool and calculated, ready to decimate at his finger tips
Turning bitch after each single bitch, slaying cats as they slip and trip
As they fall, they’ll get slit with a verbal barrage and die at a blood drip
Stripping emcees lives, the crowd responds to his acts with roaring thunder
He’ll cast aside no one as he’ll battle each man and send him asunder
There he is once again, still in the middle of the arena as the wind blows
Swirling the dust around him, crawling up his legs like mini tornados
Fleshed in armor, the valiant gladiator will face his deadliest opponent
His tongue is sharper than ever, his cleverness wets itself to become potent
His head is bent down, as he reaches for his most powerful oral assaults
To earn heavens crown, he needs to destroy the king of orderly exalt
The guards bring in his opponent, draped in a sheet, now he holds no bounds
They let him out and set him directly facing the Champ, let out the hounds
They pull back the sheet, now he stares at himself in front of a mirror
There is no one in the game, that this heroic cat could ever fear more
He said look out the champ is back hold your breath and bite your tongue
Sit down and shut up, he will annihilate everyone with his spoken guns

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