Pearl of the Cobra

Duration

1:07

Genres

Hip-Hop

Lyrics

Mad Max makes beats! (roll up on 'em) Rappers is weak (got yall in the sights) John Wilkes in the booth... Get killed to hilt with the truth... No matter the problems of the world on my shoulders Struggle and danger's no stranger to a soldier, Pearl of the cobra Coiled and ready to strike, to the winner goes the spoils, right Battles lurk in every shadow, that's what predators are like Blame it on primal instinct for survival Its futile and suicidal, check it, its in the Bible Chapter and verse, to send you in the back of a hearse Like the aftermath of a natural disaster or worse Bedlam man made, hand grenades, tricks of the arms trade Violence in ransom acts displayed, don't be afraid You'll live to die another day smothered in decay Where sleeping dogs lay as they may, let us bow our heads and pray Like buzzards perched for just desserts, I lust for the hurt Take pleasure and pain as a steady gain You already relate no need to explain Plus yall know my mutha fuckin' name!