Giallo's Theme - Napoleon Da Legend, Giallo Point

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Promoters pull the bank roll out

It’s cold out I’m bout to show out that’s a fact no doubt

Poker face sitting on the couch ready to poke her out

What u know bout?

Artificial snow clouds they got the code out

In So Cal.

walking like a young Mao in China

Eating Kung Pao won’t catch me getting sprung by vagina

I’m a sun-dial finder like the Mayans and the Incans

My minds is Abe Lincoln’s and my eyes ain’t blinking

Out late drinking Japanese whiskey tipsy

The hate is written on ya face it got u looking sickly

Rappers fronting like they rich from they momma’s crib

Pushing Weight talking bout it in ya songs for the jake

That’s how I know you fake either way u far from being smart

Properly brainwashed all that gangsta shit got u in awe

I don’t care do ya thing I just know the kids is listening

And u a bitch for letting em believe that life is riveting

They might hate me cause I tell the truth

You gonna hate yourself when that truth turns around and hits you

Turn to fish food what’s a mouse to a pitbull

Come to think was struggling with language back in middle school

Now I’m making big moves like Goku versus Kid Buu

From Brussels to Bristol I broke thru walls I couldn’t get thru

I just spoke to people on a level they relate to

Straight to the point on every joint that you play thru

Something u can smoke or drink to relax or think to

Give you strength to /get thru your day and what u been to

The pressures that we put on shoulders as we get older

The world gets colder and our tongues grow vulgar

Hard to face it sober so we throw back brews

Even tho it won’t change a thing we know that’s true

But we know the clock is ticking every time the heart pumps

Searching for gods love at the bottom of our cups

Scarred up emotionally and physically

But good or bad they balance that’s universal symmetry