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’
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