ITALIA BREEZE

What's an Italian Pharaoh?

Born from a stallion's marrow

Lawyers straight like a circle

Labels round like an arrow

I came from Ginos and Gambinis and Jerry Gallos

Oh, you thought Jerry Gallo?

My name is Jerry Callo

What's an Italian Pharaoh?

Well, I learned from Moses that a kingdom can be brought to ashes

Pestilence, famine in cattle

Yeah, pride's a bitch and my first born's just a kid

So I'll pack up the pharaoh talk and I'll keep my eyes on the Passover sparrow

There's nothing sadder than the father stuck inside a much, much younger man's bravado

Young forever's the motto?

Then deadbeat is the model (Sheesh)

Your culture got you reaching and keeping up with the trends got you aging like avocados

A Jesus piece won't bring you peace in times of sorrow

But you don't hear it 'cause your spirit side is very hollow

She choose Ozempic as the regiment to follow

'Cause Father Time moving weight, he pushing pills too hard to swallow (Madon')

Miss me with all of that

I'm not the poor thing from the caucus with the boarded-back

Child of God, I am the Alpha and Omega's draft

Straight off the boat, my ancestors hit my pen and pad

I hear them whisper like a

Italia breeze

My grandmother said, "My chain is now your logo, close your eyes and feel the

Italia breeze"

My grandfather said, "We made it from a dollar and a rowboat, close your eyes and feel the

Italia breeze"

And when I'm gone, I'll use this song to tell my great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandkids to feel the

Italia breeze

Sheesh

Sheesh

What's an Italian Pharaoh?

I miss my uncle Mikey

Bill Bellion's pinky ring, a few drops of sauce on my white tee

They called us guineas for rockin' pinnies, I rock 'em nightly

Straight white and like myself, I see why some people don't like me

You in the matrix, have a blast, make sure that you write me

How fast they build you up to break you down, make sure you time me

How fast Guiseppe's fade will last, well, make sure you line me

Chianti sipping like Jamaicans, just make sure you wine me

Kingpin players were puttin' rings in brass

Concrete layers were puttin' bricks in bags

Cold stone killers were showin' up to mass

Thank God my father took up the Christian path

Universal was balking on the lifetime deal

Then Big Jon paid in full like how Mekhi Phife feel

Some Gary Peytons tried to stop me from crossing over

But my career has been a Jason Williams highlight reel (Madon')

Miss me with all of that

I'm not the poor thing from the caucus with the boarded-back

Child of God, I am the Alpha and Omega's draft

Straight off the boat, my ancestors hit my pen and pad

I hear them whisper like a

Italia breeze

My grandmother said, "My chain is now your logo, close your eyes and feel the

Italia breeze"

My grandfather said, "We made it from a dollar and a rowboat, close your eyes and feel the

Italia breeze"

And when I'm gone, I'll use this song to tell my great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandkids to feel the

Italia breeze

Sheesh

Sheesh

Italia Breeze

I thank my father as we smokin' cigars, we blowin' smoke into the

Italia breeze

Madon'