Face - Napoleon Da Legend, Giallo Point

Blasphemous we so lit

Straight passionate always on a ego trip

Eat ya veggies my mom used to tell me

Blinded by the flash that America would sell me

Selfless or selfish there a thin line

Shea butter on my flesh make my melanin shine

Ride my wave I give you ocean sickness

Adam in Pulp Fiction mixed with the soul of Krishna

Feel my toes twitching black Zecharia Sitchin

They tried to lynch him I’m a survivor kid I’m a lynchpin

My heart got a Ferrari engine you shouldn’t force it

Was married to my past once I had to divorce it

Even when I’m flat broke I’m still rich Bill Gates Kill switch

Like when the Pilgrims wanted to kill Brits

I build bridges, burn toxic energy

Make plans with friends even talk to my enemy

No reservations like Bourdain Anthony

When the shit hit the fan I just pray for my sanity

Black flip, front kick swift

Save the day then kick back, tongue kiss chicks

Straight out the box sneakers match multicolored

Beef I slide above it in the streets so beloved

Bangers got a litany on high note like Whitney

These fools tried to get me came up short like Pigmies

I rock on a constellation on my neck

Every time I talk my conversations on the press

Contracts with dry ink papers on the desk

Debating who the better artist I’m taking all bets

Pharaohgamo fly king Cy Young still wild young

You wouldn’t last a minute where I’m from

Hand you the dope mix it with the antidote

Crack a Campbell soup and smack you with a can of hope

Failures a bitch, what you so afraid of?

Throughout history the world belongs to the bravest

All the fruits of my labor taste gracious

But some of y’all is still cruising on the slave ship