He was given the name Papoose by his grandmother because of his childhood resemblance to an American Indian child. Inspired by rap legends Rakim, Kool G Rap and Big Daddy Kane, he has been well respected on the underground hip-hop circuit for a long period of time now.
In early 2006, his StreetSweepers crew linked up with Busta Rhymes' Flipmode Inkprint to co-executive produce Papoose's first official album. On August 24, 2006, his official website officially announced that he signed with Jive Records, a deal which, according to his management's official website was worth $1.5 million.
Papoose has recently become known for engaging in charity work, visiting sick children and donated to causes including the Make-A-Wish Foundation and to various Hurricane Katrina charities.
On September 19, 2007 DJ Kay Slay announced that Papoose and himself have parted ways from Jive records. "We have officially gotten our release from Jive fuckin records. It was like a fuckin year of hell... Unfortunately, we almost became victims of A&R hell." On the radio show slay was asked what was next for Papoose, and he said "You know we can't talk about that man." The future of the Papoose's debut album, The Nacirema Dream, is unknown at this time; however, Papoose and Kay Slay are rumored to own the records that were created under Jive.
Papoose is no longer affiliated with Flipmode Squad.
Lyrical Gangsters
Papoose Lyrics
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Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
When I kick it
I kick it as if the beat was my enemy
You have thought it was ten of me
I deliberately give 'em dillies that
Do what it do
Painting a picture like doodling
Dude you ain't shit but doo doo
In the city where the semis
Get pointed at him, them and you
You can hide, you get, if you want to
I do karate moves
But the crouching tiger just might get
Broken down by a writer
Yeah the passenger hopped out
But you got shot by the driver
There's a killer like everywhere
So why would you take it there
Neighborhood terrorist got the terror
When this people scared
That's why my intelligence tell me
To keep a banger
Tell me "fuck you" I'll tell you fuck
You back with my index finger
I can flip on some killershit
But I'd rather keep cool
Keep it so remind it try not
To be a pussy like you
Nigga that Cali cold attack
Cali on my back 'till my torso break
This is where it's at, that's gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
I tote a Smith'N I'm so malicious
I blow your wig in
Make 'em close the stitches, Hell's Kitchen
I'm throwing dishes
This is spoken wisdom as I
Journey a poet's mission
I'm up lifting, my flow is gifted
Should come with a bow of ribbons
Road to riches
Load the biscuit's let's go the distance
I'm blow and listen my car how
Why you with a broke ignition
They so suspicious
Low and vicious with no convictions
Juries making their own decisions they want
Us to go to prison
Cold adrenaline I got this soul
Like a poet's living
So is spitting it's like
I'm co-existent to prohibition
I'm a dressin critics who say these
Widows the best as spit it
Disrespect the spirit
Or the artist who rap with lyrics
Mother-F statistics they rap with metaphysics
And they yeah simplistic
They stay out as repetition
Show some recognition
Heard your album my best of missed it
Best that ever did it
Papoose is the definition
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
In Papoose's song "Lyrical Gangsters," the lyrics reflect his self-perception as a formidable force in the rap industry. He presents himself as a gangsta, embodying characteristics such as confidence, fearlessness, and a relentless drive to succeed. The repetitive chant of "Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta" reinforces his image and sets the tone for the song.
Papoose begins by asserting his dominance, proclaiming that when he raps, he does so with unmatched intensity, as if he is battling against the beat itself. He portrays himself as a force to be reckoned with, even comparing himself to multiple individuals due to the sheer magnitude of his skill. His sharp lyrical wit allows him to effortlessly create vivid imagery, expertly painting a picture with his words.
Papoose also touches on the violence and danger that pervades certain neighborhoods, warning against the consequences of making reckless choices. He demonstrates his intelligence and tactical thinking by cleverly maneuvering through conflicts and avoiding unnecessary confrontations. He embraces his role as a guardian, keeping a weapon for protection but tempering his aggression with a level-headed approach.
Overall, "Lyrical Gangsters" showcases Papoose's lyrical prowess and his embodiment of the gangsta persona. He highlights his skills, intelligence, and determination to succeed in the rap game, establishing himself as a force in the industry.
Line by Line Meaning
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Emphasizing the tough, street image and persona
When I kick it
When I rap
I kick it as if the beat was my enemy
I rap aggressively, attacking the beat
You have thought it was ten of me
My skills and talent are so impressive, it's like there are multiple versions of me
On point like a widow peak
Sharp and precise, like the point of a widow's peak
I deliberately give 'em dillies that
I intentionally deliver impressive lines and verses
Do what it do
Perform effectively
Painting a picture like doodling
Creating vivid imagery with my words, effortlessly
Dude you ain't shit but doo doo
You are worthless and insignificant
In the city where the semis
In a dangerous city where guns are prevalent
Get pointed at him, them and you
People are targeted and threatened with guns
You can hide, you get, if you want to
You can try to hide, but you'll still get caught if necessary
I do karate moves
I am skilled in combat and can defend myself
But the crouching tiger just might get
The person with hidden talents and abilities may face danger
Broken down by a writer
Defeated by my skillful and captivating lyrics
Yeah the passenger hopped out
The person accompanying me left
But you got shot by the driver
You were still harmed by the person in control
There's a killer like everywhere
Dangerous individuals are present everywhere
So why would you take it there
Why would you involve yourself in dangerous situations
Neighborhood terrorist got the terror
Local criminals instill fear in the community
When this people scared
When people are frightened
That's why my intelligence tell me
My experience and wisdom advise me
To keep a banger
To carry a weapon
Tell me 'fuck you' I'll tell you fuck
If you disrespect me, I'll respond in kind
You back with my index finger
I'll gesture dismissively with my finger
I can flip on some killershit
I am capable of switching to a more aggressive and violent style
But I'd rather keep cool
But I prefer to remain calm and composed
Keep it so remind it try not
Stay mentally focused and avoid becoming distracted
To be a pussy like you
To be weak and cowardly like you
Nigga that Cali cold attack
I'm aggressive and formidable, just like California's reputation
Cali on my back 'till my torso break
I represent and carry the weight of California until I physically can't anymore
This is where it's at, that's gangsta
This is the epitome of toughness and street life
I tote a Smith'N I'm so malicious
I carry a Smith & Wesson firearm and I'm highly dangerous
I blow your wig in
I shoot you in the head, killing you
Make 'em close the stitches, Hell's Kitchen
I cause severe injuries, reminiscent of a violent neighborhood like Hell's Kitchen
I'm throwing dishes
I'm causing chaos and destruction
This is spoken wisdom as I
My lyrics are filled with profound wisdom as I
Journey a poet's mission
Navigate through life as a poet, expressing myself through my words
I'm up lifting, my flow is gifted
I elevate and inspire with my excellent rapping skills
Should come with a bow of ribbons
It should be celebrated and recognized, like a gift with decorations
Road to riches
The path to wealth and success
Load the biscuit's let's go the distance
Load guns and prepare for a long and fierce battle
I'm blow and listen my car how
I'm dominant and influential, as my music blares from my car
Why you with a broke ignition
While you struggle with basic problems in your life
They so suspicious
Others are skeptical and distrustful
Low and vicious with no convictions
Engaging in immoral and cruel acts without remorse or consequences
Juries making their own decisions they want
Juries are biased and making unfair judgments
Us to go to prison
They want us to be incarcerated
Cold adrenaline I got this soul
I have a fearless and intense spirit
Like a poet's living
Similar to how poets express themselves in their art
So is spitting it's like
My rapping is as raw and honest as it gets
I'm co-existent to prohibition
I exist alongside rules and restrictions, but I defy them
I'm a dressin critics who say these
I am responding to critics who claim that these rappers
Widows the best as spit it
Are the best at rapping
Disrespect the spirit
Disregard the essence and soul of the art form
Or the artist who rap with lyrics
Or the talented rappers who convey meaningful messages
Mother-F statistics they rap with metaphysics
Those statistics and data mean nothing compared to the metaphysical and intellectual depth of their rap
And they yeah simplistic
And their rap is shallow and simplistic
They stay out as repetition
They stick to repetitive and unoriginal style
Show some recognition
Acknowledge and appreciate true talent
Heard your album my best of missed it
I listened to your album, and it was far from impressive
Best that ever did it
I am the greatest that ever accomplished this
Papoose is the definition
I embody and define what it means to be a true rap artist
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FPS Dovah
I wish this song was on Spotify so bad
don222able
Its a trip how you know a song is gonna be hard just from the rappers reputations.
shota Bodega
Damn pap killed it
xYomi
Pap been saying Nacirema Dream Coming since 2006. I'm glad to see it's finally coming, I'm still jamming the old mixtapes.
Isaiah Johnson-Graham
One of my favorite songs from my favorite songs from my favorite artist and DJ growing up RIP DJ Kay Slay
Jefferson Steelflex
they both killed it dude.
Edward B
Lol i used to be obsessed with Pap middle school and early high school good to know he still spittin
Big Zak
They both went in damn.
Tim
i couldn't agree more, pap is dope but if production was better and he took time with his track he'd have a way bigger fan base
JrBarsMusic
Holy shit 2 of the best doing it