Giallo’s Theme

[Verse 1: Napoleon Da Legend]

Shows sold out
Promoters pull the bank roll out
It’s cold out I’m bout to show out that’s a fact no doubt
Poker face sitting on the couch ready to poke her out
What u know bout? Artificial snow clouds they got the code out
In So Cal. walking like a young Mao in China
Eating Kung Pao won't catch me getting sprung by vagina
I’m a sun-dial finder like the Mayans and the Incans
My minds is Abe Lincoln’s and my eyes ain’t blinking
Out late drinking Japanese whiskey tipsy
The hate is written on ya face it got u looking sickly
Rappers fronting like they rich from they momma's crib
Pushing Weight talking bout it in ya songs for the jake
That’s how I know you fake either way u far from being smart
Properly brainwashed all that gangsta shit got u in awe
I don’t care do ya thing I just know the kids is listening
And u a bitch for letting em believe that life is riveting

[Verse 2: Napoleon Da Legend]

They might hate me cause I tell the truth
You gonna hate yourself when that truth turns around and hits you
Turn to fish food what’s a mouse to a pitbull
Come to think was struggling with language back in middle school
Now I’m making big moves like Goku versus Kid Buu
From Brussels to Bristol I broke thru walls I couldn’t get thru
I just spoke to people on a level they relate to
Straight to the point on every joint that you play thru
Something u can smoke or drink to relax or think to
Give you strength to /get thru your day and what u been to
The pressures that we put on shoulders as we get older
The world gets colder and our tongues grow vulgar
Hard to face it sober so we throw back brews
Even tho it won’t change a thing we know that’s true
But we know the clock is ticking every time the heart pumps
Searching for gods love at the bottom of our cups
Scarred up emotionally and physically
But good or bad they balance that's universal symmetry