Knees of Atlas

Verse 1 Focus on my speech/ Kid, I’m out of reach/what all you rappers are formulating is obsolete/ I’m the type don’t even count it’s all there/rocking a coat made out of pure African horse hair/ Pharo Gamo Po quick to tear a model tho/ I terrorize your record sales and paralyze your dough/ And that’s the easy part /I’ll reach out and squeeze your heart/ nowadays can hardly tell these MCs apart/ All your bars is empty and all your cars are rented/ your baby momma ugly and now you’re more selective/ Besides the money rap you ain’t saying much of nothing/ disposable to record labels after the money crunching/ I’m the type I’m always up to something/I let her fly free like a boomerang/ don’t need to cuff the muffin/ This is capitalism/ we’re rapping for a living/ in this game the line is thin between fact and fiction/ I’m the equalizer/ could tell you if he’s a liar/ and if you’re stuck by your means you need to dream higher/ The whole electorate wondering who the legend is/ my fans hate other rappers/ type prejudice/ Presidential/ essential like amino acids you never go in/ type celibate/ you see no action/ You lead the people backwards/ and you ain’t even average/ Po carry the globe on his shoulders with the Knees of Atlas Chorus Watch me cook that fly marvelous you starve for this/this is Po, one man brand and marketing/ Gather around/ nothing else will matter now/the streets is mine/your movements is dead /ask around Verse 2 Fly talker/kill the fly with a bazooka/surpass the present/I epitomize the future/ Told you from jump street/ these rappers are too comfy/my flow illegal in one hundred forty countries/ Po Pharo know you heard it for sure/ meanwhile standby watch a murder occur/ Po I ain’t laughing with you/paparazzi snap ya picture/I’m the last of a breed that carries that elixir/ Everything that glitters ain’t necessary precious like the metal gold/I’m flowing legendarily/ Speaking Po is like a beacon of light/I rock a party steal the show like a thief in the night/ He’s like the latest model mixed with oldest vintage/as you’re listening you’re witnessing my road to riches/ Life could be cold and vicious/that’s why I mold my vision/to propel me out of the lowest ditches/ Bloodsuckers and bottom feeders rocking the coliseum/I wish his father could see him/ Silicone titties with bras leaking/raw inside the cleavage/ no wonder that my name coincides with genius/ From my ashes I’m always rising like a phoenix/ and if I said then I mean it Pharo Gammo/ And if I sell it then I breathe it/ you see the logo on the packaging/ you better cop it when you see it