COLOSSEUM

Open up the gates! (Open up!) Let the big dog in

Colosseum full, they came to see who gon' win

Open up the gates! (Open up!) Hear the low brass blow

When the tubas hit the floor, everybody know

Thumbs up, thumbs down, I don't wait for the vote

I been walking in heavy since the fifth quarter, bro

Open up the gates! (Open up!)

Titan on the field, put your hands up

Birmingham made, red dirt, iron in the water

Forty pounds of horn on my shoulder every quarter

Friday night, game over, that's when we start

Fifth quarter, two bands, that's the real war

I ain't play the pretty notes, I played the ones you feel

In your chest, in your seat, in the stadium steel

Drum major drop the mace, that's the signal to go

Whole section lean back and we blow 'em out slow

Coach had his plays, I was writing mine too

Every entrance I make, I already scored the tune

Walk in like a verdict, sit down like a throne

Big man, big sound, never needed a microphone

Open up the gates! (Open up!) Let the big dog in

Colosseum full, they came to see who gon' win

Open up the gates! (Open up!) Hear the low brass blow

When the tubas hit the floor, everybody know

They booked me for the opener, I closed the whole show

Promoter counting heads, ran out of wristbands at the door

I don't run, I arrive. I don't shout, I announce (ladies and gentlemen)

Three hundred on the scale and every pound of it counts

Magic City born, Vulcan watching from the hill

Iron man over the town, I got the same build

Y'all got a hype man, I brought the horn line

Eight sousaphones deep, tell the sound man "good night"

Ladies and gentlemen

Weighing in from Birmingham, Alabama

Undefeated in the fifth quarter

(TITAN! TITAN! TITAN!)

Open up the gates! (Open up!) Let the big dog in

Colosseum full, they came to see who gon' win

Open up the gates! (Open up!) Hear the low brass blow

When the tubas hit the floor, everybody know

Open up the gates! (Open up!)

Titan on the field, put your hands up