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• Artiste: Papoose
• Titre: Cobra Scale
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My last name Mackie, bro Switchblades, bell-bottoms and nappy 'fros The sky scraper condos, went from ashy to classy, doe Eating vegan, fresh food, cashews and [?] Overlooked the city, a nice view from my patio Cleveland fitted hat with an Indian [?] Spring collection, a whole mad show Straight from the fashion show Bumping Stetsasonic, Frukwan, Prince Paul and Daddy O Or Busta Rhymes, A Tribe Called Quest, what's the scenario? Loaded magazine mounted on top of the [?] Bulletproof panelling built inside of the caddy Dope pianos out the ghetto, move morе keys than Casio Harlem [?] Spitfire likе king Cooper, Luigi Mario Arithmetic lyricist harmonizing a nasty flow There and then a red Converse, sagging my khakis low Thinking like a West coast nigga, just drop [?] Hood version of Bart Simpson, let the [?] blow Hating on me still I rise, Maya Angelou Just like suns and like moons With the certainty of tides Just like hopes springing high Still I'll rise Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops Weakened by my soulful cries? But just like life, I'll rise My flow excels, the weak-minded thinker who will rebel Street graduate of the ghetto Harvard, ain't gone to Yale All black frames with clear lenses, they're all gazelles Heavy rope chains with a red Kangol, I'm uncle L Keep my daughter with me, we're best friends; Oprah, Gayle Batman and Robin, we're bonded like we was posting bail They promote the image of gangsters in [?] But you can smell a pussy a mile away if you know the smell Everybody say they're a demon When you throw them shells, they start screaming for Jesus None of them wanna go to hell Like David to Goliath, I'll drop a giant although I'm frail Stories of the Bible, I studied David with no Chapelle Never heard of Uber, I weigh my work on a broken scale Only had a [?], I got dope to sell Rolling loud, no car [?] When I roll a L, I lick the blood Like I lick the envelope when I close the mail Teach the young men to be stronger than us, mould them well My masculinity is evolving and I don't know Pharell She get her nails all over just 'cause she broke a nail Snakeskin boots, my lady covered in cobra scale As if Cause I have gold mines Diggin' in my own back yard You may shoot me with your words You may cut me with your eyes You may kill me with your hatefulness But just like life, I'll rise