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