Afro-Pill - Napoleon Da Legend

Open book test overlook rest

Wolves In disguise seen that cobra look dressed

U shook not a threat kid I book a lot of bread

Under table i put it in a box under my bed

Forget to set the alarm damn, I overslept

Since I lost pops started to live with no regrets

While they overproduce I just go for the juice

Bad night can wake up with ya name all over the news

I keep away from clichés and tropes over used

Came ya town!

To collect all the props over due

I sold jewels some paid the fees sometimes I gave it for free

Some got an issue with the god but never say it to me

I’m the best kept best now best next

Tex -mex, best sex up in a best west

In the big Apple, few trained like me

On the Q train going uptown like a Nike

Joel Marcus on my feet know me well walk the street

About action talk is cheap

I’m back though they tried to black ball these are fact though

Still you see me doing my numbers, do the math though

State of grace of a master you lack the appreciation

Ungrateful bastard

Bummy as hell with flashy rhymes

Glad u can tell Pharaohgamo is a mastermind

Rest In Peace Nipsey, bad vibes u can miss me

Eating yucca leaves with wings fried crispy

The man of mystery epitome king

Meaning, everything I do tend to be big

Afro-hallucinogenic, take it in pill form

When illusions start to die that’s when the real is born

I say peace to anybody challenging norms

Thru chaos and still finding balance in the storm