Verse 1: Prime Minister Pete Nice
Flip flip off the flow, what do you know an ego
not the three amigos I'm peepin' em on the T-Vo
Pete Nice rippin' the mic, scramblin' up the egg whites
scrubbin' a head, scrubbin' a head I never had head lice
flippin' the rhymes with Rich, collecting loot like a bookie
lookin' at how you serve like an NBA rookie
a gladiator steps with bust and if he must
more force in his hand turnin' stone to dust
pullin' hook line and sinker like a fish you get
so stick a hook up my a** and pull some real s***
I'm like a juggernaut just goin' for your jugular
I'm like a two bit hood just finished buggin' ya
I'm just takin' it to the hilt like Wilt the Stilt
tilt your wines and spilt your kilt just watch your built
so Daddy Rich kick the loop from the Bo man
a Gladiator gladiates upon his own plan
Verse 2: MC Serch
I take to the head, to the head I gots to take
break like beats the Serch now starts to partake
bake like cake and candles so go on and blow em out
talkin' that yang about a gang that you don't know about
the Basemen, the basement the bass hoods
tastes good, but you don't need us or retreat us
I start to waste hoods and hoodies
goodies that you don't get 'til Halloween
slidin' into Serch as you strip the scene
steamin' so vex like your context got you sippin'
talkin' that c*** like your mouth does all the s***tin'
so if you want it come and get all of this whoopin'
put your TV on channel 3-B and just stay tuned in
served with a hit and blow straight from the queens gladiator
peace I'm Audi 5000 I'll see ya later
Verse 3: Prime Minister Pete Nice
You deviate and gladiate at times you bust shots straight
the Bass filled 808 for Pete's sake don't imitate
the swingin' of a slugger the chewin' of a cannibal
(snifff) I smell the p**** like Hannibal
Lec Lec I'm takin' the step the Gladiator got more
kickin' it to a hook because you c***ed the head heave ho
born not the lord the 3rd not a spectator
step into the ring and get smoked by a gladiator
Verse 4: MC Serch
Straight from every city from every hood they roll in chariots
no more horses just Porsches and fat knots
ain't nothin' but hoods, bad as b****** and gunplay
you wanna see a Gladiator come around my way
fightin' with the same chains and the same knives
playin' all the same games but takin' all the same lies
if you want some now or some for later
and take a head count for the Gladiator
Flip flip off the flow, what do you know an ego
not the three amigos I'm peepin' em on the T-Vo
Pete Nice rippin' the mic, scramblin' up the egg whites
scrubbin' a head, scrubbin' a head I never had head lice
flippin' the rhymes with Rich, collecting loot like a bookie
lookin' at how you serve like an NBA rookie
a gladiator steps with bust and if he must
more force in his hand turnin' stone to dust
pullin' hook line and sinker like a fish you get
so stick a hook up my a** and pull some real s***
I'm like a juggernaut just goin' for your jugular
I'm like a two bit hood just finished buggin' ya
I'm just takin' it to the hilt like Wilt the Stilt
tilt your wines and spilt your kilt just watch your built
so Daddy Rich kick the loop from the Bo man
a Gladiator gladiates upon his own plan
Verse 2: MC Serch
I take to the head, to the head I gots to take
break like beats the Serch now starts to partake
bake like cake and candles so go on and blow em out
talkin' that yang about a gang that you don't know about
the Basemen, the basement the bass hoods
tastes good, but you don't need us or retreat us
I start to waste hoods and hoodies
goodies that you don't get 'til Halloween
slidin' into Serch as you strip the scene
steamin' so vex like your context got you sippin'
talkin' that c*** like your mouth does all the s***tin'
so if you want it come and get all of this whoopin'
put your TV on channel 3-B and just stay tuned in
served with a hit and blow straight from the queens gladiator
peace I'm Audi 5000 I'll see ya later
Verse 3: Prime Minister Pete Nice
You deviate and gladiate at times you bust shots straight
the Bass filled 808 for Pete's sake don't imitate
the swingin' of a slugger the chewin' of a cannibal
(snifff) I smell the p**** like Hannibal
Lec Lec I'm takin' the step the Gladiator got more
kickin' it to a hook because you c***ed the head heave ho
born not the lord the 3rd not a spectator
step into the ring and get smoked by a gladiator
Verse 4: MC Serch
Straight from every city from every hood they roll in chariots
no more horses just Porsches and fat knots
ain't nothin' but hoods, bad as b****** and gunplay
you wanna see a Gladiator come around my way
fightin' with the same chains and the same knives
playin' all the same games but takin' all the same lies
if you want some now or some for later
and take a head count for the Gladiator