Gone - Napoleon Da Legend, DJ Doom, DJ tha Boss

Napoleon Da Legend

Louis the 14th war machine they tried to quarantine Po

Through their corporate schemes

It’s didn’t work I put a fork in your team

You eat pork you fiends they wanna to rob you

For your hopes and extort your dreams

They wanna clone my genes decode my schemes

They know my breed Po Leo Eloheem

The flow crazy like Ceelo Green

I spit for the martyrs cause without them there wouldn’t be no me

I see no evil like Carlito in the scene triple beam kilos

I don’t express with no emo memes

Live life like Casinos take chances and risks

And won’t stop till my name rings like Championships

I might just be too advanced for this

My canon spits handsome clips

Soon as the wire transfer hits

I trade jewels with philanthropists but on the real I’m mostly motivated by

those farmers on the field

Make the world feel it the legends the perfect weapon

Make my words feel as if Winston Churchill said em

Yo I swear they don’t really want it with the God

I came to change the game like the marijuana laws

Climax high stacks to spit mastered this

Next to my name there’s an asterisk

With a foot note saying I’m in a class of my own

Make history grab the cash and I’m gone

DJ Tha Boss

After this you’re good as gone

Word is bond

Napoleon Da Legend

Yo they’ve been raping us for years

Caking up in the rear gave a few black Africans

A couple of chairs

At the big table just to make us think

Racism stopped we knew

Kept moving as we patiently watched

But what about Congo and Syria what about

Boko Haram dumb things we focusing on

Like who’s signed to what who made a deal with who

Children starving trying to get their bellies filled with food

So I don’t feel it when you talk clothes in every other rhyme

When you talk cars talk hoes in every other rhyme

But for real all you do is make the enemy

And those without the knowledge get the short end of the stick

It’s like a criminal befriending a snitch uncivilized

Simple minds think whatever trending is it

You ghostwrite I write for the holy ghost send them a hit

Rappers blowing up on some feminine shit mesmerized when the Benjamins flip

just like a rock to a fiend

I navigate like black ops and Marine

Keeping watch like an Aquamarine

Selfish motherfuckers never take

The time to give props to their team

So while you popping clicquot they

Scheming on ya C-notes I reload

Speaking with the soul of Steven Biko

To rewrite history erase the norm cause

You can be popping today and next day you gone

DJ Tha Boss