Cobra Scale Papoose

[Verse 1]
My last name Mackie, bro
Switchblades, bell-bottoms and nappy 'fros
The sky scraper condos, went from ashy to classy, doe
Eating vegan, fresh fruit, cashews and pistachios
Overlooked the city, a nice view from my patio
Cleveland fitted hat with an Indian had Navajo
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 morе keys than Casio
Harlem work copper who rе-up in El Baddio
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 addi hoe
Hood version of Bart Simpson, let the Maggie blow
Hating on me still I rise, Maya Angelou

[Interlude 1]
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