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Focus on my speech/ Kid, I’m out of reach/what all you rappers are formulating is obsolete/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