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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Napoleon Da Legend
Napoleon Da Legend
Rap
Reks
Reks
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Corey Isiah Christie
Corey Isiah Christie
Songwriter
Brandon Henry
Brandon Henry
Songwriter
Karim Bourhane
Karim Bourhane
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Clypto
Clypto
Producer

Lyrics

Celebration of innovation the spark
Creation
Elation from dark
Ages is a thought, relation
To the infinite parts
May we embark, no ark
Its all symbolic
Inate embryonic was taught
Blots on a GPS got waze to travel
May we unravel lots
In our lifetime
Journey when we write rhymes
Pans pots banging in the sunshine
Music wake the sublime
Use it I'm
Using mine
For this intimate
Wine Dine dance with Melody
Per chance weddings be
Quite like this
Bliss minus Ignorance
Tsk tsk toss bouquets
Don't judge what somebody love
There trash our treasure
We dug through cement for roses unplugged arose with a dub
Dosers
Stay sleep turn up noses
They weak in the mind peeps stay petty we spray confetti
And laugh having a blast
As hourglass sands pass
Half full or empty don't tempt me to dash
To the dance floor life to short to be
Big Mad I'm big glad
Got some tunes in the gift bag
Already slid that, the get back was executed
Try to put his hands on the god and got electrocuted
Studied like an excellent student and beat the master
Blasted intellect with intensity got em breathing faster
I was training like Goku with the hallow
How you let him put a chain on you and hoping for a say so
Carry warheads like NATO in the Balkans
Live my life like I'm immortal till I'm laying in a coffin
The great swordsman I lay my claim like JP Morgan
And make it look spiffy like Björk behind an organ
Out in Mallorca in the ocean, my home is chosen
A showman, peep the body part your hoe was showing
We keep this dough flowing, you dudes cringy
My death would devastate the game like the Spurs losing Wemby
Wimbledon Po, moving crowds through the Wembley
These weak minds will go to great lengths to offend me
Life too good to be bothered s'posed to be martyr
And it's sad... Dudes worshipping goats to be artists
This is a toast to the prophets might joke in comments
Often it's funny how the bank account don't go with the garments
You stunting for who, I'm like Attila hunting for food
Outside my domicile, doing numbers till honors is due
Can never tarnish the truth, or reverse the wisdom
Let the mind do the talking the universe a listen
Written by: Brandon Henry, Corey Isiah Christie, Karim Bourhane
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