Wise Men - Napoleon Da Legend, Sean Price

Who’s the best rapper that ever lived?

Answer the question kid, the lesson is

You took more than a second then the Legend is

Prolific rap Olympic, standing on Mount Olympus

With Zeus and other gods no comparing the sound you listen

Eucalyptus you can live to this, so view my vision

Only built for Cuban Linx the game is broke so who can fix it?

Po the Pharo-Gamo, Pharaoh with ammo, M. O

Negro Modelo mellow kid you didn’t get the memo

Megalithic Sega Genesis I used to dig

Fly on my Pegasus just to spit on the face of Bigots

Check how I make my entrance, money be making interest

Love me a freak that be bending over and taking inches

Hip-Hop is never dying you should go to hell for lying

Llabels present slave contracts I’m never signing

Po is a legend is he?

Gotta respect the MC

I got my brethren and dead presidents to represent me

These are words from the wise men, you should live your lives like them

Utilize your common sense get your mind bent

Words from the wise men, they telling lies my friends

Leviathan is on the rise that’s where the line ends

Abracadabra I stab a rapper fast with my dagger

Cause every line in his rhyme is swine and dining no swagger

I’m the Master P without the tank on my neck

My crooks strong look wrong, they be shanking your neck

Mind over matter I mind your mind your mind doesn’t matter

I splatter your mind with the nine designed for reclining you bastards

I fuck up your life, fuck your whole situation

A nigga fuck you up for thinking that a nigga Haitian

You stay dank smoking and thinking like frank ocean

Looking for a funeral face like a urinal

Juventud Guevara paul, I’m a luchador

Step on ya blue shoes while I’m looting your store

I get Rah Rah with whores, Zsa Zsa Gabor

I wild out on on tour like those shoes are yours P!

I’m the best rapper you ever heard

You hearing they broke so you ain’t hearing a word P!

This is a mission brah, no competition paul

No signature no one to sign your wack petition paul

You ain’t occupying nothing and plus your mind corrupted

Your style’s suspect at the bar with 30 dollars fronting

Faking these album numbers on twitter accounts you bluffing

How’s it feel to tell your moms you ain’t amount to nothing

I be your motivation I’m a show how to lace it

Just like a pair of Jordans that comment has no relation

But that’s beside the issue just to make the rhyme continue

Rappers dime a dozen common just like baby mama issues

Here’s my prediction fam about to hit the ceiling fan

I can contaminate an ocean with a milligram

None of y’all are going ham all these rappers making spam

Y’all cats can’t even touch me even if we shaking hands

Napoleon Da Legend case you forgot the name

I got nothing to lose I got a lot to gain