Papoose – Antidote Lyrics (feat. Nigel Hall)

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[Verse 1: Papoose]
I got the antidote
Say they sick with it i hear them boast
I be drugging rappers
You never witness the menace though
Wash my hands with soap
Walk in the booth and i clear my throat
Spit a jam i wrote
When i start rapping you hear a quote
Keep the cannon close
Empty the clip in your cantaloupe
Married to my gun
Sorry i'm taking we cantaloupe
When the man is broke
Friends are reluctant to share they won’t
So selfish they see you in a hole
And won't handle [?]
All smoking mirrors
Open the window and clear the smokе
My boss so ugly
Looked in the mirror the mirror brokе
It's a cold world
Better make sure that you wear your coat
Only fear god
Don’t fear the devil don't fear the pope
But messiah spitting fire so hot that you can't approach
Greatest ever raining
Terror i smash 'em [?]
Pap for president
Most of these haters are scared to vote
Too much dick sucking
Listen closely you hear them choke choke choke choke
[Hook: Nigel Hall, Papoose]
Listen close I got something for you
Listen close I got the antidote dote dote dote
I I I got the antidote
Listen close I got something for you
Listen close I got the antidote dote dote dote
I I I got the antidote

[Verse 2: Papoose]
Don't make comparisons
I ain't them amateurs
I take the silencer
Screw it on my favorite ratchet
Brought her blazer challengers
Invasive racist fake
Ambassadors invaded africa
The face of hatred raped and ravaged
Just the way they handled us
The rock ferocious on you cockroaches
Sprayed a canister
Nowadays that ain't my character
I'm of a greater caliber
The mathematics that i’m dropping
Ain’t your algebra
Specialize in mental exercise
And raise my stamina
Statistics say i racist
Savages they rate the averages
Our young men should be raised to attica
That's the analysis
Kids dying birthdays that never made the calendar
This is blatant arrogance
We gotta change the narrative
Babies making babies
Daughters pushing baby carriages
We always loved our babies
Nowadays they ain’t attaching it
Your daughter end up with a dead beating
Straight embarrassment
Shit borrow from the indians
And start arranging marriages
[Hook: Nigel Hall, Papoose]
Listen close I got something for you
Listen close I got the antidote dote dote dote
I I I got the antidote
Listen close I got something for you
Listen close I got the antidote dote dote dote
I I I got the antidote

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