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letra de sports vet - napoleon da legend

[napoleon da legend verse]
i paid my debt to society
now society owes me
been getting no sleep
mostly what i do is od
on getting sharper and precise
smarter with time, handling mine
like isaiah thomas in his prime
autonomous mind
got the freest thoughts out the streets of new york
they be knowing how i’m treating this sport
they see me score
like a zinedine on football field
with footwork, hiding a ball
but make it look all real
grey dorsett, dallas cowboy corvette
i’m like a sports vet
never give these wh0res respect
i’ve been away, but still, yet
never lost a step
a real threat
every day i’m closer towards success
jordan, steph, kobe and gretzky, no regrets
i approach it, calm and collect
like federer, what separates me from the pack?
my instinct of a k!ller, they sweet
like corn syrup, soft like silicone filler
k!lling my body in the weight room
manipulate the weight like i’m manu dibongo with a great tune
prelude to greatness, jean-claude and the k-mate
tony ja in on-bak i’m dishing out beatings
got your head coach screaming
now he benching you
now you realize my sh-t talking was intentional
with less than five seconds on the clock
guess who got the ball? hands to the side of your face
watching the jumper fall
[cuts by tone spliff]
some people say this rap is a sport
the champ is me see, there ain’t no runner up
this is the major league where big hits are guaranteed
heavyweight weight rhyme writers
this ain’t a credit card game
rap is a cash sport
it’s the bottom of the ninth swinging for my life

[napoleon da legend verse]
before drill rap
we was doing drills at the park
then copping forties, d-mn
scotty spilt his guts in the car
while they was building arenas
i was taking shots like gilbert arenas
hoping one day i’d have a deal with adidas
or nike, all day
rap and sports, all up in my psyche
my friends, family thought i was short-sighted
but my dna would disagree
i was a born fighter, a true competitor
catch a wreck on a corner cypher, a manigault
not too far where cannons would blow
when i’d leave, streets pulled me back with mechanical ropes
was maniacal obsessed with the smallest detail
was obviously real
the prophecy was finally revealed
a male with the sk!ll of a pernell whita
who excelled in the field independently sell quicker
no pregame jitters would reign as the best hitter
would know who to go to
when hitting the game winner
doing chin-ups on the scaffold
survived so many battles i lost count
my brain moved faster than sound travel
alexander shay gilgeous
these bars built just for cuban links
was hustling under the gray building
where we don’t believe in prayer
cause god wasn’t answering
told them the truth while they was pandering
played every single game like if it was a championship
knock a chip right up off my shoulder
middle finger to the cameras
[cuts by tone spliff]
some people say this rap is sport
the champ is me see
it ain’t no runner
this is the major league where big hits are guaranteed
heavyweight rhyme writers
this ain’t a credit card game. rap is a cash sport
it’s the bottom of the ninth swinging for my life

- napoleon da legend

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