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.
Victory 2007
Papoose Lyrics
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Would ya'll all say my title in your interviews?
If I came out dissin everyone of ya'll
Would I sell as much records as these other dudes?
If I said I was retiring but never left
Woulda ya'll all show me love when I came back?
If I ran the streets for the past two years
Would you respect me or would yousay fuck pap?
Yo where my thugs at?
Cock ya guns back
My headphones ain't loud yo turn up the track
Ok bump that
Homie I run rap
I add on to the game you niggas subtract
Yo where my bloods at?
Throw it up blat
Yo where my cause at?
He cut you come back
They said they tough cats
But they some rugrats
I drop em off on the block and make them pump packs
Only a couple stacks
He tried to duck pap
I sent a shot at his ass
And told him duck that
[x2:]
Ayo bump that
Bump this
Stay hot
What's this
He broke
He rich
Homie we run this
This a new era
Your heart bumpin in fear
2007 the god number? is here
The stronger I become the more ya'll weaken
So when I'm at full power your gonna be a weaklin
My heart still beatin and my lungs still breathin
My brain still thinkin ain't none of ya'll eatin
Over my dead body and my blood still bleedin
I'm a rap rebel
Clap a black metal
Look into my eyes and realize what pap symbol
Lies but wise got pride is that visual
Nah I don't slap high five with you
[? ]
It's not my vibe
You just not my size
I cock my 9
Cats got 9 lives get shot 5 times
I cock pistols and blast clap missles
Black it's that simple
[x2:]
Bump that
Bump this
Stay hot
What's this
He broke
He rich
Homie we run this
This a new era
Your heart bumpin in fear
2007 the god number? is here
The cops keep printin me each of them bums
Bendin at my index finger and squeezin my thumb
I'm lookin at him hoping he get it done
The new printing machines in the precent is dumb
Through the speakers I come
With the weed in my lungs
You ever ran into ya enemy deep in the slums?
They scheming on you
And you schemin on them
Then you realize the nigga who you be with is one
Hell of a big pussy why you beefin with son?
He keep tappin you tellin you they reached for a gun
But he lying just lookin for a reason to run
Ever catch you on the block?
I beat you like them african boys be beatin them drums
Why would I start eating with them and they starvin
Might as well say I'm feeding these bums
I don't like them niggas
I be talking greasy to them
They say pap a slick talker
That boy got grease on his tongue
I'm the real beast from the east and I'm not done
The most official spitting the swift musician
That's if you listen
It's a simple mission at his? it's his decision
Cause my intuition end a vision
It's benefiting all my men and women
Who do it big in a mental prison
But if you wishing to get the griping since you tripin
We gon blast till it's the end of class
With quick collision
Cut you from ear to ear
Give incisions
Eat your food like it's nutrition
[? ]
I can give you wisdom
Cause it's tradition
But if you dissing
I can switch positions
[? ]
I don't care if it's linen or if it's denim
I grip the lemon
Squeeze hit em my enemies
Rip em with venom in em
Likely to hit the ism after I send you spinnin
Papoose's Victory 2007 lyrics explore the struggles and barriers that he faces as a rapper in the music industry. Throughout the song, he poses various hypothetical scenarios to his listeners, questioning whether he would receive the same level of respect and success as other artists if he were more controversial or confrontational. He ultimately asserts his dominance and skill as a rapper, claiming that his strength and determination will always outweigh his adversaries. The lyrics also touch on themes of loyalty, betrayal, and the difficulty of navigating dangerous situations in the streets.
Overall, the song reflects Papoose's uncompromising attitude and uncompromising dedication to his craft. He refuses to shy away from conflict or controversy, instead using it to fuel his artistry and inspire his fans. The powerful lyrics and hard-hitting beats of Victory 2007 make it a standout track in Papoose's discography and a testament to his talent as a wordsmith and performer.
Line by Line Meaning
If I made a title that offend the whole industry
If I made a controversial album title that offends the entire music industry
Would ya'll all say my title in your interviews?
Would music industry interviewers use my controversial album title in their interviews?
If I came out dissin everyone of ya'll
If I released a track dissing every single artist in the music industry
Would I sell as much records as these other dudes?
Would I sell as many albums as those other popular artists?
If I said I was retiring but never left
If I announced my retirement from music, but never actually stopped making music
Woulda ya'll all show me love when I came back?
Would the music industry show me love and support if I returned from retirement?
If I ran the streets for the past two years
If I spent the last two years hustling and grinding on the streets
Would you respect me or would yousay fuck pap?
Would the music industry respect me or would they still disrespect and ignore me?
Yo where my thugs at?
Calling for his people
Cock ya guns back
Get ready to fight or defend
My headphones ain't loud yo turn up the track
I can't hear the music well enough, turn up the volume
Ok bump that
Okay, let's play that
Homie I run rap
I am the leader of the rap game
I add on to the game you niggas subtract
I contribute to the rap game while others detract from it
Yo where my bloods at?
Calling for his gang members
Throw it up blat
Make the gang sign
Yo where my cause at?
Calling for his crew and associates
He cut you come back
Retaliate if someone harms or disrespects you
They said they tough cats
Other rappers claiming to be tough
But they some rugrats
But they are actually weak and childish
I drop em off on the block and make them pump packs
I force them to sell drugs on the street corner
Only a couple stacks
They only make a little bit of money
He tried to duck pap
Someone tried to avoid a confrontation with Papoose
I sent a shot at his ass
I shot at him
And told him duck that
And told him to dodge the gunfire
[x2:]
Repeats the previous section
Ayo bump that
Hey, play that again
Bump this
Listen to this song
Stay hot
Maintain success and popularity
What's this
What is happening?
He broke
He's broke and struggling financially
He rich
He's wealthy and successful
Homie we run this
We are in charge and successful
This a new era
This is a new time period
Your heart bumpin in fear
You're scared
2007 the god number? is here
2007 is the year of success and power
The stronger I become the more ya'll weaken
The more successful and powerful I become, the more I overshadow and weaken my competitors
So when I'm at full power your gonna be a weaklin
When I reach the peak of my success, you will seem even weaker in comparison
My heart still beatin and my lungs still breathin
I am still alive and well
My brain still thinkin ain't none of ya'll eatin
I am still successful while others aren't doing as well
Over my dead body and my blood still bleedin
I will continue to be successful and powerful even if I die
I'm a rap rebel
I am a rebellious rapper
Clap a black metal
Shoot a gun
Look into my eyes and realize what pap symbol
Look into my eyes and recognize my power and influence
Lies but wise got pride is that visual
I see through the lies of others, but I remain proud and confident
Nah I don't slap high five with you
I am not friends with you or aligned with your views
[? ]
Unclear lyrics
It's not my vibe
I am not interested or aligned with that energy
You just not my size
You're not on my level or of equal stature
I cock my 9
I load my gun
Cats got 9 lives get shot 5 times
Even if someone seems invincible, I can still hurt or kill them
I cock pistols and blast clap missles
I shoot guns and fire missiles
Black it's that simple
My actions are straightforward and effective
The cops keep printin me each of them bums
The police keep harassing and trying to arrest me
Bendin at my index finger and squeezin my thumb
Trying to get me to submit or confess
I'm lookin at him hoping he get it done
I'm staring at him, hoping he'll give up and leave me alone
The new printing machines in the precent is dumb
Police technology is inefficient and outdated
Through the speakers I come
My music plays loudly and proudly
With the weed in my lungs
Smoking weed while performing
You ever ran into ya enemy deep in the slums?
Have you ever run into an enemy in dangerous, poverty-stricken areas?
They scheming on you
They are plotting against you
And you schemin on them
You are also plotting against them
Then you realize the nigga who you be with is one
You realize that the person you are with is actually a spy or traitor
Hell of a big pussy why you beefin with son?
Why are you fighting with someone who is weak and cowardly?
He keep tappin you tellin you they reached for a gun
He keeps pestering and warning you that someone is about to shoot you
But he lying just lookin for a reason to run
But he is lying and just wants an excuse to flee
Ever catch you on the block?
Have you ever come across me in the neighborhood?
I beat you like them african boys be beatin them drums
I will beat you as fiercely as African boys beat drums
Why would I start eating with them and they starvin
Why would I associate with those who are struggling and unsuccessful?
Might as well say I'm feeding these bums
I might as well just give them free food
I don't like them niggas
I don't like those people
I be talking greasy to them
I talk trash and insult them
They say pap a slick talker
Others say I am a smooth talker
That boy got grease on his tongue
They say I'm full of lies and deceit
I'm the real beast from the east and I'm not done
I am the true champion from the East and I will not stop
The most official spitting the swift musician
I am the most authoritative rapper and quick performer
That's if you listen
That's only if you pay attention
It's a simple mission at his? it's his decision
It's an easy task, it's up to him to decide what to do
Cause my intuition end a vision
Because I have a strong intuition and foresight
It's benefiting all my men and women
My success is benefiting everyone around me
Who do it big in a mental prison
Those who are successful despite feeling trapped and limited
But if you wishing to get the griping since you tripin
But if you want to get involved in drama, then you must be crazy
We gon blast till it's the end of class
We will keep fighting until the very end
With quick collision
With rapid and intense impact
Cut you from ear to ear
Kill you brutally
Give incisions
Cut and wound you
Eat your food like it's nutrition
Fight and win as if it's necessary for survival
I can give you wisdom
I can give you valuable advice
Cause it's tradition
Because it is a customary practice
But if you dissing
But if you are insulting me or not showing respect
I can switch positions
I can change my approach or actions
I don't care if it's linen or if it's denim
I don't care if someone wears expensive or cheap clothing
I grip the lemon
I grab my gun
Squeeze hit em my enemies
Shoot my enemies with my firearm
Rip em with venom in em
Hurt them badly with aggression and force
Likely to hit the ism after I send you spinnin
I might shoot your vehicle after wrecking it
Contributed by Alyssa P. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Iceberg Slim
Remember bumping this on my mp3 player in high school, its hard to describe how ill this track was then.
Dirtbag Greg
Same my dude what a time to be alive
hulleciii bowsz
And now we got whooh whoohh skrr bapp bapp whoo, wtf is goin on man ..
Matt Damage
My 12's shook that highschool parkin lot haha
Jeremy Winters
Mane fax, junior year lol
KiannaD
Me too one of my favorite songs love pap
ProphecyA
NOTHING can compare to this track. PAP WENT SO HAM ON THIS SHIT! still gives me chills to listen to it.
G T
i remember this song was getting spun daily on my ipod throughout the entire '07 year, hands down the '07 SOTY
Javier Reyes
2022 .... 15 years laters and this track still tops any mainstream hip pop track(not a typo)
Ben Milli
If I said this was produced by Scott Storch would you believe me? Storch + Sampling = Probably the single most energetic hip hop track known to man