Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fist of the North Star, artist - Napoleon Da Legend.
Date of issue: 26.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fist of the North Star |
Glorious path warriors clash it’s a laborious task hordes of |
Fans swarm asking us for autographs |
How long the tour last? |
upgrade the boarding pass |
Corporate logos on our jackets |
For enormous cash I saved the raw |
For last format raps is automatic |
Hit the Tarmac and get savage |
Black sabbath y’all cats lack savvy |
She wanted a sugar daddy sitting on my lap with a phatty |
My skin was made of Cadillac fabric check my |
Posture hop on a chopper bypass the traffic |
Fly ass maverick not Novinsky I’m art like Davinci |
Iplay this game Mike Krzyzewski no weapons form |
Against me shall prosper |
See it I’m Lionel Messi I’m God in Argentina |
Partially in a league of my own rock coliseum sharply catch the victory like |
Jordan versus team Barkley |
Veggie burgers garnished with some green parsley |
I say regular shit and make it seem godly |
I’m Capcom, Konami, fold u like origami never eat salami I’m raw fish and |
wasabi When I spit philosophies they tell me not leave |
My pedagogy is uncut like pornography |
I got the logic of Cockran without a law degree |
It’s hard for me to stay modest so gotta pardon me |
This is artistry genuine article over beats bust your |
Whole brain particle open when I release |
Socialize with ease scuba dive |
Sight-seeing in Aruba overnight with a freak |
Never plan it back in the day u would get reprimanded |
I was on Mount Sinai writing Ten Commandments |
I’m a philanthropist giving y’all my riches black listed |
At the gate knocked the doors off hinges |
Not to mention they want us being smart |
It’s a cul-de-sack making dough like Goldman Sacks |
Holding my sack |
By all means like Malcom said |
I vouch for the dead P.M.S. |
chick |
Got wet the couch is red |
I’m Z dragon having a ball hacksaw Jim Duggan with a big budget packing |
tomorrow my flight leaves polite steez bipolar rhymes schemes with speed sicker |
than E. coli beef verbal Pilates it’s color purple in the |
Lobby bust in a concentration camp murdering a nazi |
Concentrate more relax like the hair on prince Dajour chilling in a mansion |
with a kings decor |
No court dates we just play golf chicks they applause |
Hit jumpers more clutch then Reggie in the playoffs |
Navigating thru this chaos I learn that after |
The grief life can have u look back at a masterpiece |
The Past and the futures an illusion actually the presents |
Is where it’s at there’s no place I rather b |
Absolutely six pack abs with the muesli rocking |
Blue jeans in the jungle like Moogli |
Nothing y’all say move me I’m like Bruce Lee |
In a temple off the mental compliments of yours truly |