Cobra Scale - Papoose

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 pistachio

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 Calico

Bulletproof panelling built inside of the caddy

Dope pianos out the ghetto, move more keys than Casio

Harlem

Spitfire like King Koopa, Luigi Mario

Arithmetic lyricist harmonizing a nasty flow

Bandana, red Converse, sagging my khakis low

Banging like a West coast nigga, just drop an addy

Hood version of Bart Simpson, let the Maggie 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 and impose it well

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