Lyrics Gods of the Arena - JVON LAWRENCE

Bow down
Respect will be giving
Royalty has arrived
So respect when I'm spitting

What's a god to a king
What's a king to a god

Peep
Got my brother here and my hunting gear
What we bout to do is just something rare
Hope you fucking scared
You rapping with a beast so fasten your seat
And adjust your chair
You basic with your basement bars
To the people in the upper stairs
I'm in a higher surface
This is higher learning
I can give you guys required service
Get your rhymes refurbished
Mind is a machine it seems to be I got this wired circuit
I'm Denzel you blind to the fact
That I'm Eli with verses
I am perfect without no inner flaws
These niggas steady lying
Saying they lions with kitten claws
Verses are like hymns so the booth is like a synagogue
I'm marveled at the fact that you wanna start this civil war
I'm overloaded
It's decoded look this is written morse
We freedom fighters you just a lighter to an olympic torch
Young Spartacus but I'm just as swift as that crixus boi
Now you know that Bishop's a genius get off my liquid swords
Write better
Cause I'm a gambler when I type letters
No stamp
No dice
Alright that's a nice gesture
Or that's a wave when it's tied pressure
Surely win
To the max like Zach in a bright leather
Hold up
If shawty hot then I might sweat her
When I pull over
But if she not then she's ice weather
I hope she colder
Hail to the king bow down to the streets
Kiss the ground concrete
See my style is raw heat I'm a sheik
Bad boy that's stuck on labels
In love with Japanese kicks
The opposite of Kato
Seriously see the broads that get cracked
Doggy style on the bed head boards don't hit back
Still punching that's a Shaq movie but here's a few cents
Penny for the thoughts of my team before I blue chips
In 48 hours left coach from first class
Cut that like umbilical cords when birth splat
Ayo i spit wreckless
I'm dyslexic I read straight
I see great
I'm Ray Charles mixed with Charles Lee Ray
The shit that I pitch is walk
It's a free base
It's stops here your hot air
Get ready to deflate
You're looking for the gods well the odds is we're the closest things
Call it off or be known for falling off like Lois Lane
A military mind with a solider paint you don't hold a rank
The flow collector
Rhyme with a focused pace with no restraints
Like I can spit it
Any lyric
I can kill it in a dash
Get it
It's analytics
I'm get it in a bag
When I spit it with the hunger and thunder you niggas wonder
How spit it with a flash
You muthafuckas better get you a number cause competition
I'm put em in thrash
If want get a little bit of deeper then you better know it's more to find
No crop circles but I'm sure you niggas saw the sign
Jvon Lawrence I'm too advanced for mortal minds
What's a god to king
What's a Zod to Kal-El
I'm The future you're a looper
So you better have bars on the field
Follow the leader
100 miles per hour running like a cheetah
Dropping that ether
All my achievers know I be rocking Adidas
Gotta be cleaner
Y and the 3 is top of my sneakers having a gella
Cocky demeanor flow cold I be frozen
Don't have to hop in the freezer
Truth
Wedding band is on the top of my finger
Zeus
Critics calling me the god of arenas
Whoop
This just in people saying that I gotta be beiber
I am not a believer
Drop top with a diva
100 grand
No it is not from my money gram
I get it popping no rubber band
I overheard that they underhand I do not understand
How I be hustling so if they locking the door
Then I'm going through windows but nothing like brother man
I got your bird on my stick like I'm hustle man and I just hope she's recovering
Flatline
Yeah I got bands like a backline
At a big show with a packed crowd
And it's so loud like the last time
Old watches on my wrist it don't work though is that bad time
Rhetorical with a oracle
Cause I need a memorial for them facts ma