Pernell Whitaker - Napoleon Da Legend, Giallo Point

Pernell Whitaker walk thru hell I’ve been in a

Contention for the belt spitting shells black Dillinger

The commissioner administer pain

It’s the game half of y’all should reconsider ya lane

Can’t rekindle the flame living in the past stuck

U bout 20 years late, already gave my last fuck

U looking jacked up from years of being weird and foul

Catch me rocking crowd cheering in the here and now huh

Top of the totem they know who to call follow protocol

To speak truth to power gotta grow some balls

With them So called taste makers

Sending em a hay maker, deadin em the grimy gentlemen

I’m a play maker black sheep verbal athlete

Batter at bat cracking backs not bashfully

Rather naturally I’m rather unique

Word to AZ I’m doing it immaculately

Yo Vanguard got the hand of God

Throw me the rock I’m a handle it like ShamGod

It’s for the fans of the art strictly bars crispy

Urban city vibes where the blocks are risky

Motherfuckers think they slick with their subtle jabs

Misery loves company I left from where the struggle at

Punching bag rappers u should be bubble wrapped

Cause a couple bad apples’ll fuck up a batch

Brooklyn to France fam you looking at the champ

Competition is done they never had a chance

Peep the foot work I put in work in

In the gym sweating Till the form look perfect

Black Mamba style launching rockets to ya domicile

Since a youngin been labeled as a problem child

Not a pop star do damage when the clock starts

Get knocked off… stick and move switch stance south paw

Knock ya mouth off ya face like South Park

You’ll see how far I go just to route y’all

And when the smoke clears, I’m the champion again

Pharaohgamo Po the Legend unanimous win

Yo Vanguard got the hand of God

Throw me the rock I’m a handle it like ShamGod

It’s for the fans of the art strictly bars crispy

Urban city vibes where the blocks are risky