Lyrics Majin Vegeta - Napoleon Da Legend, King Magnetic, Ruste Juxx

Majin Vegeta

That ain’t a drum — I’m beating my chest to rhythms in my head — we a whole
different cloth every ligaments a thread — didn’t make the yearbook — got my
pictures from the feds — had a different homecoming — niggas wishing I was dead
I wish a nigga would when the pains overwhelming — with my boys in the hood —
Brandy round the way at Spellman — I can tell when niggas telling- I don’t need
the paperwork -- that’s just an affirmation what I thought of saying first
King Magnetic with the legend this supposed to happen — gun or my personality
people know my ratcht — fold a casket over heads that’s how my vocals acting —
global action had dickridrs double local traffic
Cigarettes in UK that’s how you smoke a faggot — time to introduce east coast
rappers with Oakland habits -- All those fantasies niggas need to bag it —
Cause they don’t stick with the metal like a broken magnet
(missing)
Street corner consulate Khadafi god apocalypse
Who hot as this?
I’m still alive… my verses feeling posthumous
Might even fake my death travel and get paid to rest
Che Gueve… any second may connect a blade to neck
You hairy bitch shave ya legs primp it up trim it up
You talk the most, we mop the floor (with em)
Tell his boys to pick him up Po
And yo they big em up in Bogota it’s Bonapart
Fucking Joan of Arc, better than the freezer story arc
Anarcho patriach spewing toxic masculin
Judges the drop the gavel and ain’t no stopping these Africans
Compare me to Kymani Marley, Capcom, Konami and
Insomnia at night, creep on u like Somalian
Smack the guardians like Van Damme Van Guardian
Ya sham is obvious u scam the audience
I’m in the Van with Marcus Garviates
Extorting on à congressmen like a lobbyists
Copping property till my whole family living prosperous