Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gone, artist - Napoleon Da Legend.
Date of issue: 27.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |