Napoleon Da Legend, Sean Price - Wise Men lyrics

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, MO
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
Labels 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