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

Gone

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