1. |
Modus Operandi
02:17
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I’m petty fam
Told y’all already man
Heavy bands like Cheikhs in places where chicks belly dance
Talking shit made me some money fam
Fuck around move to a different country man
Ayatollah my mind is solar
Jerk when I drunk I’m more kinder when I’m sober
Y’all talk about it I’m really there
Since my first album rhyming like a millionaire
Y’all be trying hard
My attire looking like I’m an entire god
Don’t look elsewhere I’m the label
And everybody in this room is on the payroll
You trying play G.O.A.T. but not around Po
If it ain’t about the dollar I’m not around ho
Time is money and you ain’t got it
You broke ass motherfuckers ain't got it
You can blame america
Laughing at these rappers acting arrogant
Victory without shooting a shot
Trophy winner, popping bottles in the spot
It's pharaohgamo king
Fuck you talking about?
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2. |
Living Proof
03:16
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[Napoleon Da Legend verse]
See the flag waving in the back?
Means I’m back getting bigger bags
Biters try to piggy back
Napoleono...
I’m a target in these streets like Keanu
John wick up in the gauntlet the bomb lit
They hate to see em blowing up my comments
Transactions transatlantic
Wire transfers got em dropping bands to ban him
Making move like Bannon, which one? Not Steve
Made a whole career from bitches fronting on me
I love the attention, admire my excellence
My whole complexion a reflection of my melanin
And they hate it when they see me get intelligence
They rather I be dull, dumb and celibate
But nah yo... I ain’t with that
I had a spark from the start then I lit that
[Napoleon Da Legend Chorus]
I’m living proof that’s it’s possible
You can make it happen too
Just doing what I gotta do
I’m living proof that’s it’s possible
You can make it happen too
Just doing what I gotta do
[Napoleon Da Legend verse]
Take ya shoes off girl you ain’t that pretty
Keep my floors clean in my crib like Rap City
(The Basement)
I don’t watch sports anymore
Too many tours, building muscle I’m very sore
Personal trainer looking like Sally Richardson
I made her hit the high note like Minnie Ripperton
When you in Brooklyn it’s hard not to live in sin
Grimy motherfuckers make it hard for me to give a shit
I don’t give a shit
On every feature that I rock I sound magnificent
You a featherweight I make ya sockets separate
The only TD I’m watching is Ameritrade
You might wanna call me for a stock tip
Graduated from that standing on the block shit
King imperial Po
I’m out catch me like venereal
[Napoleon Da Legend Chorus]
I’m living proof that’s it’s possible
You can make it happen too
Just doing what I gotta do
I’m living proof that’s it’s possible
You can make it happen too
Just doing what I gotta do
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3. |
Endgame
03:13
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[Napoleon Da Legend verse]
Don’t shoot the messenger, got weapons that’ll shoot back
Not a new fact when we was in the trenches where you at?
Bruce Wayne alternate my ego on a Wednesday
Salvador Allende. Avengers this is the Endgame
The new don the fly enlightener of the dark ages
Never talk to neighbors Jesus pictures with the darker faces
Switch apartment locations and pimping P.O. Boxes
Pardon but when you so consistent you gotta be obnoxious
Was copping bigger objects, once obsessed with figures
How in time they seen my mind evolve, my objectives bigger now
With executives switching out chairs and pitching ideas
Competition in the field hurting, we giving out prayers
Got my vision out there Demarco Leonardo
Picasso when in Pac mode waking up at 3 o’clock though
Early bird special for the hustler’s demeanor
Had to learn how to survive the streets taught us the procedure
[Napoleon Da Legend hook]
Making money is a necessary evil
If you don’t stay on top of ya books they gonna thieve you
I ain’t get in this game to please you...
Please, they see you putting numbers up they wanna be you
Making money is a necessary evil
If you don’t stay on top of ya books they gonna thieve you
I ain’t get in this game to please you...
Please, they see you putting numbers up they wanna be you
[Napoleon Da Legend verse]
Body’s get air lifted and medevac'd to the heaven’s gates
Bear witness of what God’s capable of in seven days
In a lane of my own, create a style and made it my own
Americanized child, they took me away my home
We planned with patience and took over the plantation
Microchip tracking my celly inside my pants pacing
The champ blazing got the amp shaking
Fuck ya propaganda placement everything
I touch inside my hand sacred
Graduated from these Peter Pan bus stations
To Marseille with Just Music and a plate of crustacean
Swabs up my nostrils governments is looking up my nose
I’m comfortable my balls hanging out that’s what I love the most
Taj Mahaling it my guy I’m Aaron Halling it
Threw the ball in it Tarantino blood bath I’m calling it
The human highlight film with the bright lights flashing
Got me shining like the Jackson’s it’s a high time to cash in
[Napoleon Da Legend hook]
Making money is a necessary evil
If you don’t stay on top of ya books they gonna thieve you
I ain’t get in this game to please you...
Please, they see you putting numbers up they wanna be you
Making money is a necessary evil
If you don’t stay on top of ya books they gonna thieve you
I ain’t get in this game to please you...
Please, they see you putting numbers up they wanna be you
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4. |
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[DJ Strech cuts]
[Napoleon Da Legend verse]
Cuban link suits, exuberant coups
Moving in groups
Peruvians jewels
We let it do what it do
The game gridlocked, the same big shots
Brains get shot names get dropped
Get ya fame denied
My frame of mind like Bruce Lee Christopher Hitchens
That’s big business when it’s crunch time I get in the kitchen
Pharaohgamo big Po blink slow trick
Sick glow getting big notes, we take more risks
Boris becker, my auras better
Compare albums, verses, pockets
Even my chorus better you know
I got moxy for proxy wars
Contradiction even my name is an oxymor...
Toxic core, can I detox? Ask Dre
Stacks to make, drop classics like back in the day
Oligarch darts Poleon Art put up both ya arms
Grab the loot jet and open a farm
grow you food motherfucker
[DJ Stresh cuts]
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5. |
Unholy Ghost
02:46
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Choppers and chop sticks popsicles I pop shit
Tropical spot moving obstacles like Crossfit
Trotsky, war in proxy Luca Brasi
Increase my top speed to stop and break up the monotony
Let my jock breath shorty got me I’m like Pac meets Pun
Meets Prodigy G Rap my moxie
Mop the floor with em Po yo I am not the norm
Y’all made jingles for radio I made mobster songs
Another monster born, snakes try to back stab
My verses worth more than paper plates out in Bagdad
Ready for backlash the bad press and articles
That aspect retarded how my math flex methodical
Aztec particles prophet will make profit rise
The capital is stacking ghetto oligarchs who privatize
You lack the gravitas to speak this broken language
Folks standing would of thought
They seen the Holy Ghost landing
I’m a god, Godzilla, Zeus, Gautama too
Diallo, Mamadou busting a pilates move
Club scene messiah old life captured on the wire
Past pariah on my redemption like a pastor with a prior
Catch fire messing with the ultra multi-faceted
My talent is a path to get to god surpass the Vatican
Return chaos to order while the street masses were panicking
Africans who shatter norms, the alpha males is back again
I score buckets in paint then I bust the bank
Catch a Few bodies otherwise I’m a fucking saint
I’m what you fucking ain’t but trying ya whole life to be
Shit on my name but in my face they act polite me
Acting like my shit don’t stink... I go the right to be
Shorty with the dimples on the corner looking right to me
Genghis Khan, Megatron Po the higher echelon
You just debutante catch me floating on the Nebulon
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[Napoleon Da Legend verse]
Franklin Delanor
Make 40 bands teleport
Tell em off Bellator it’s a cerebellum sport
A single keystroke can make keys floats
This is elite glow my league is negro, magnifico
Try to push me out of my spot get ya career shot
Pr pr premier shit ..rare product dead stock
I move strategic the truth out of my dula leaking
My jewels be gleaming I pop on the scene like Bobby Heenan
Respect the repertoire god I’m just connected dots
For several years we let y’a rock now we collecting knots
Mikhaïl Baryshnikov ballistics ripping arms off
Conspire like Kilimnik and Manafort black Karl Marx
My hallmark I’m not the Dali Lama rather bomb ya conscious
Kaddafi Gam(o) like the pentagon I’m demagoguing
I smelt ya maneurism ya facial expression sketchy
Nothing you can do, every step I take is legendary
[Napoleon Da Legend hook]
You don’t like me and I don’t like ya
So let’s be fake I rather fight ya
We ain’t friends fam we ain’t fam fam
We gone shine yo while you stay mad mad
You don’t like me and I don’t like ya
So let’s be fake I rather fight ya
We ain’t friends fam we ain’t fam fam
We gone shine yo while you stay mad mad
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[Napoleon Da Legend verse]
I’m the first of a living breed “Get the Bag” academy
About half of em love me the other half is mad at me
You seeing Po shine no co-sign no fuck shit
Fuck ya producer fuck ya label and ya publicist
This is direct service from my crib to ya house
Point out any city on the map I’m a show out
Public Enemy Chuck D and Flav shit
Terminator X flip the game around and change shit
Night Walker Blade shit Wesley Snipes at his height
Phone ringing bank account singing like Glady Knight
Yo I average like about 35
While you corn balls be bragging with a nervous vibe
I’m the Robespierre of the Nobel peace
End the show with a “I ain’t going nowhere” speech
Heavy chip on my shoulder big boulder atlas
Popping off 3 in a row dolo hat trick
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8. |
Still Earning
02:27
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[Napoleon Da Legend hook]
What’s that smell?
Money coming in
The streets is getting hot I smell police coming in
Incense burning
We getting ours regardless
We still earning
[Napoleon Da Legend verse]
Several miles away from the White House
Was White Owls and forty ounces booking our night routes
Zombies were piped out, prostitutes circling blocks
In the city where the babies born with permanent bops
Illegal mixed with legal means how we earning this gwap
Swerving when we see the coppers we don’t splurge for the box
Bershire Hathaway plots, bumping Donny Hathaway
Despite shortcoming finding shortcuts the faster way
Fast talking street politicians on the come up
Sexy models stripping in back running the funds up
Back and forth to Waldorf and Tyson’s corner
Playing the right corners getaways were type flawless
Quiet storming, late night performing down in U Street
Spotting a nice cutie yo Doog... bust a Uweee
Then back to the embassy Foie Gras with Hennessy
If Po never born then God would have inventing me
[Napoleon Da Legend hook]
What’s that smell?
Money coming in
The streets is getting hot I smell police coming in
Incense burning
We getting ours regardless
We still earning
[Napoleon Da Legend verse]
Bald headed, fresh tapers is a thing a past
Boss esthetic looking a sphinx in the cab
Chicks wanna take selfies last night I ate healthy
My socials lit yall gonna fuck around and make me wealthy
They wanna pay to help me I’ll be damn
Cause they see the money stretch out like an IT band
Catch me with a nice piece looking real spicy man
Swimming in and out of rooms... I’m a Pisces fam
Former hooper, fornicate with the Kamasutra
Gamma ray Bruce Banner with the barracuda
Eating Baramudi pair of shoes looking like a movie
Since my name buzzing shorty looking at me like she knew me
Mami didn’t move me... I gave her 5 like the Luniz
Dribbled out of it like Bob Cousi I’m not a newbie
Hustle DNA blood type Crypto current
I got em hypno.. never slip, picture perfect
[Napoleon Da Legend hook]
What’s that smell?
Money coming in
The streets is getting hot I smell police coming in
Incense burning
We getting ours regardless
We still earning
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9. |
Africa Gold
02:54
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I don’t rely on album features the affable genius
My track record speaks for itself like Malcom speeches
Adjusted on the hush can’t rush greatness
Trying to touch the sacred model laying butt naked
Pistol smoke music you sniffing the most exclusive
No more excuses for that watered down dope they moving
I’m addicted to winning my whole mentality is
For less work I’m a triple what they salary is
Eating yellow tail inside an armadillo shell
Pomegranate sauce with black vagina pillow smell
You at the wrong table
You got wrong playbook you signed with wrong label
I’m living lovely I don’t throw money at strippers butt cheeks
I rather bust the cheeks say peace then leave the country
Don’t follow trends my name floating up like oxygen
You can’t box him in bitch you know what time it is.... huh
I don't even like ya, so why you hitting me up?
Was overlooked once now the game is bidding me up
Facts told only pushing a Nova like Axel foley
Keep a low pro so as to not attract the police
Cut distractions, generate and stuff the mattress
I done cut the master off, hustled and the cut the master
That was a... never mind most of yall just missed that
Comparing me to this and this cat? Is such a mismatch
I'm a burning spear remodel refurbish my gear
This version here was only built real and current affairs
German beers satellite feeds and Al Jazeera
Album for years one thing I was taught was live without ya fears
Don’t be a beta with misguided hatred apply the basics
I got tired of waiting I made my life a lot more spacious
Ambition in the soul, no more pissing the cold
Tapping in the code gave ya this African gold
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Acrobatic dwellers got these addicts jealous
Sporadic fellas test us you’ll get a tragic ending
Patrick Ewing finish, my raps is too expensive
Charge a stack or two per sentence yo my aptitude is vintage
Spent the afternoon winning, my attitude is different
I mastered two language yo my value too tremendous
I’m back and forth through cities big asses and normal titties
Stormed the office fired the whole committee I’m a ghost of biggie
My Legend is close to Whitney liquor juice soaking my kidneys
Aissidity girls I boast a litany who fucking with me?
Play the back silent you never seen a figure that stylish
I run the organization I’m bigger than my talent
I can do whatever these assholes will never ever do
If you can catch Nejma with some weed it’s probably medical
My bars is so unethical my dress code is never kosher
These dudes is federal we buss em with the mega culture
They some regular soldiers we the mega culture
Never ever can you fuck with us we dead a vulture
I ain’t gon hold ya be careful we bust ya head and ghost ya
Mega Mega Mega Mega Mega Culture
They some regular soldiers we the mega culture
Never ever can you fuck with us we dead a vulture
I ain’t gon hold ya be careful we bust ya head and ghost ya
Mega Mega Mega Mega Mega Culture
Nothing to lose give it my all never drop the ball
Not from this world I came cuz I heard and answered accepted the call
Pharaoh Queen Pharaogamo something like a rap Picasso
We livin proof of that God flow Muhammad Ali bravado
We leaders you cowards follow you slackin we put in trabajo
Legendary like Apollo hustle hard is always the motto
You couldn’t touch Po’s catalogue in ya dreams player
When it comes to this MEGA culture you minor we major
I can tell what you really feeling by your behavior
You mad cuz I’m sharper than a buck fifty across ya face with a razor
The rap Luke Skywalker my tongue is the saber
Put down the mic step off the stage and do us all a favor
If you don’t we bout to show you how you gon’ meet ya maker
You MEGA fakers we MEGA culture articulators
They got us on repeat see us coming you should retreat
Queen of the hive I bee keeps don’t fuck wit me I beat creeps
This Rap Thang I eat sleep don’t talk to me you speak cheap
Not worthy we not gonna show you any mercy
You looking thirsty and dehydrated you should be worried
Just like a rat filthy & dirty you go ahead and scurry
I’m a smash you on the pavement have you seeing blurry
Kept me waiting a long time now you wanna hurry
You missed ya chance you ain’t coming along on this journey
You don’t know a thing about MEGA culture and that disturbs me
They some regular soldiers we the mega culture
Never ever can you fuck with us we dead a vulture
I ain’t gon hold ya be careful we bust ya head and ghost ya
Mega Mega Mega Mega Mega Culture
They some regular soldiers we the mega culture
Never ever can you fuck with us we dead a vulture
I ain’t gon hold ya be careful we bust ya head and ghost ya
Mega Mega Mega Mega Mega Culture
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11. |
The Big Grift
02:38
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Omnipresent at the hotel Omni with the weapon
Super cognizant bearing arms, ready for Armageddon
Peep the premise basically I’m like a chemist
Didn’t invent the game but I stay being a menace
Fuck being broke must suck being woke
Cut the cutthroat’s throat, give it up for the goat
Ris Chuck Nor, Gallse Steve I'm ballsie
Ronaldie bearded and bald and yo they call me
The chosen, golden child holding down
I used to like compete with yall I’m over it now
Y’all need trends to follow, I chef and send the cargo
The crème of the Apollo from Kremlin to Sao Paolo
I’m not the standard, overstand the bandit
I contraband it show you the frame panoramic
Attitude Icelandic, hard to make the vice vanish
When it’s lights cameras action, tune in the right bandwidth
Don’t tamper with the formula while the planet orbit the
Hyper star join the squad, go to war with us
Geographically represented quantitatively
Take notes write down what you want to say to me
They taking credit for what i brought to the game
Consecutive bombs dropping like rain
Give it up to the don
Opposite of Big Pop in the frame
Doing it big though, plus the charisma the same
The angle is Anglo Saxon, strangle a bastard
Got em waiting to exhale like Angela Basset
Dead em and dangle my album, on top of his casket
Ambassador’s back, like Somali’s popping a captain
Chop garlic over the beef the black Michelin
Swarming on ya building like militias back in Michigan
Sharp practitioner, mark the listener, dark Caligula
Talk for the indigenous folks it’s Po
Radicalizing the minds of the wise
Reminiscent of Prince when he dropped Sign of Times
I don’t trust clout chasers with stories outrageous
Straight out of a movie nah, that shit ain’t creative
Drama all made up for the Facebook fans
With a weak ass greeting when we shake ya hand
I don’t like ya energy so leave that there
Straight shooter got you wishing you can be that clear
And yo they see it in ya eyes, so they feed that fear
No Medicare left you for dead, let you bleed out here
Nobody told you? You was just a tool
Support a foul system on ya shoulder like a stool
While ya flashing brand names and jewels like you cool
Tap dancing for devilshment like a fool
Adulthood, acting a teenage kid
Time you wake up they already done with the grift
You got had.... crazy ass man.... you fell in love with it man
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[Napoleon Da Legend verse]
Complete eclipse while they compete with clips
I rather plead the fifth
Ivanisevic bleed the kid and leave him and stiff
Then leave a tip, my whole is team is lit I rap to heat the crib
Rest In Peace to Big I bleed the
shit we gotta eat to live
I leak the gift for mad respect keep my past in check I blew past the best I’m the last one left witness the master chef
Pass the crepe trips to Marrakech back to Paris just for sex
You a hater guess I get y’a character upset
American success stories ya ex bored me tried to flex on me
Put her breast on me at gunpoint.. with the meds on me
Never let my old life dictate what I be on right
It’s been a long time coming like Mandela after Apartheid
I’m Bardock and part god talk to god when I’m boxed out
Decked out in the flyers wears pull-up to y’a block and I pop out
From Manchester to Buck town legendary like Chuck brown
10 toes on the asphalt it’s my fault u out of luck now
[Innocent? verse]
I was taught to keep my mouth shut
Don’t say shit
Unless you spoke to
shit I ain’t have friends anyway
So I hit that vocal booth
Seen a few things in my days
Witnessed a lotta truths
That’s why some cats don’t want me to play
Cause I don’t lie to you
I’m used to breakin bands
These niggas be takin stands
I ain’t wit that
Snakin ya mans for a couple grand’ll
getcha wig clapped
Extendin ya hand
Wont getchu shit back
Cause ain’t no guarantees
But bets believe
I get that
A lotta people say Innos an old soul
Im just tryna trot the globe
And eventually go gold
Consistency’s all I know
This never was bout the doe
But soon as it start to flow
You Gon turn some friends into foes
Listen
You cant get use to that
You Gotta break free
Get loose from cats
And when u in booth
Spit truth and facts
Cause all the Real heads
Could relate to that
It’s no fakin jacks
In this game of rap
You gotta be you
And keep lacin tracks
Only select few
Really makin stacks
But I don’t know shit
I ain’t sayin jack
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13. |
The Last Iceberg
03:03
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I walk the street
Talk is cheap so don’t talk to me
I don’t Care what you thought of me
Live like a boss I pay the cost to be
Police try to slaughter to me
I dodge em it’s like a sport to me
I do it gorgeously an ass is just an ass nothing more to me
Down liquor bottles on knickerbocker
Prepared to fight like I been a boxer
I left my keys in the car and for a minute I quit being god
I’m Frank Sinatra sitting inside Synagogue with Siddartha
George Washington carver bombing em like
Marcus Garvey in harlem
Can’t box him in sipping gin and sweating toxins betting options
Forget the opps reject ménages I’m a trending topic
Put a racist a chock hold
Sit back and poke holes in ya story
Then pull a Doom that’s a no show
Don’t get gas like Sunoco that’s no-no bastard
Fofo blast ya promo package extended jab Go-Go Gadget
Don’t photograph em face chiseled like Davinci sculpture
It’s a fendi fact betcha that the glizzy ghost ya
Memory foam in my loafers bro I walk on clouds
Battling psychological trauma I fought as I child
Yes it’s true sometimes I was scared to smile
High school party former best friend tried to air me out
I was shook but my heart grew colder
My brain grew wise blurry night was not too sober
Only way to flee the pain, sunny days would see the rain
Feet to the flames had to level up to beat the game
Hustling some of my boys were scamming
Some were dealing
We Scattered work throughout a hundred buildings
Foreign blocks exotic slangs expensive cars
Diplomatic tags chicks so fast I forgot their names
Jaded by it more or less time passed I’m not the same
But make sure you know why they say the Legend
When they drop my name
From the enclaves of the dark ages
Spark a Garcia Vegas
Last glacier in this climate
I survived the changes
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Napoleon Da Legend Brooklyn, New York
Napoleon Da Legend Bilingual MC & Producer artist from Comoros, living in Brooklyn, New York.
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