| Alright we’re gonna have a demonstration
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| I’ve had a lot of cards and letters: why don’t you all guess how this cobra
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| clutch works
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| Is it a sleeper hold? |
| Is it a submission hold?
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| Well, it’s a little bit of both!
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| If a guy gets into the hold, he either goes to sleep or he’s a good boy and he
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| gives up before he goes to sleep
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| Seek, destroy, came down from the Heavens on an asteroid
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| Acid void, falling down like ashes will I crash or soar
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| Smack the royal niggas, got the power but do nothing for you
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| Hash and oils keep me less in nuisance when I’m 'bout the boil
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| I can’t say, I heal they souls like Dende
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| When I speak they walk like Sensei
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| Through they speak they talk no English
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| If it ain’t about gettin' my ends paid
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| Got a mind of my own, y’all been slaves
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| Got your girl and she don’t got a man today
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| She just jump for the dick like a holiday
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| I be rockin' it but no apologies
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| Niggas sleep, move quietly
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| Soon enough they admire me
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| Soon enough, get the Cobra Clutch
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| My career erupt, leads to higher me
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| Niggas at this, they should quit the rappin'
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| Yeah I really like to blame society
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| Kobe at this, niggas in the attic
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| We could get it crackin' if you trying me
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| Bitch I’m nothing what you used to
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| Bring your aux, need a bluetooth
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| Acting reckless, we might shoot you
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| Main in colours, here’s a blue’s clue
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| Elevated but I’m dangerous
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| Nothing changed but the payment
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| Niggas bang at the fame and
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| Spending all that pay just to claim it
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| Hear you speaking but bro
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| What’s the thesis
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| Lately I’ve been dreaming 'bout these rappers
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| How I’m gon' feast 'em, right amount of seasoning
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| Tell 'em if we see 'em wouldn’t wanna be 'em
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| Tell 'em if we see 'em wouldn’t wanna be 'em
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| Hear you speaking but bro
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| What’s the thesis
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| Lately I’ve been dreaming 'bout these rappers
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| How I’m gon' feast, right amount of seasoning
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| Tell 'em if we see 'em wouldn’t wanna be 'em
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| Tell 'em if we see 'em wouldn’t wanna be 'em
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| I be on my high horse
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| I be on my God course
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| Separate the Don Darks
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| From the living live courts
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| Laser eye like cyborg
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| Wizard like I’m John Wall
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| See the future, groundhog
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| Smoking dope, reclined up
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| My scream like Desiigner
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| Student watch your conduct
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| Giving niggas F for exposure like a higher up
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| Get that resurrection class
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| Give your soul to sign up
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| Spliff rolled up with honour
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| Smacking like E. Honda
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| Me and my conspirers
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| Secretely been plotting domination
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| In this board of imitation, either die or dance with Satan
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| And I got my new shoes, think they right for the occasion
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| Got my crucifix, I hope it help in time of desperation
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| God, body, reputation
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| Check my winkie fast
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| I’m the whole shabazz
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| Nigga artificial similacs
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| Silence the aristocrat
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| Head of operation, Danny Ainge
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| I ain’t stopping till my niggas get them rings
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| Hear you speaking but bro
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| What’s the thesis
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| Lately I’ve been dreaming 'bout these rappers
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| How I’m gon' feast 'em, right amount of seasoning
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| Tell 'em if we see 'em wouldn’t wanna be 'em
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| Tell 'em if we see 'em wouldn’t wanna be 'em
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| Hear you speaking but bro
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| What’s the thesis
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| Lately I’ve been dreaming 'bout these rappers
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| How I’m gon' feast, right amount of seasoning
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| Tell 'em if we see 'em wouldn’t wanna be 'em
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| Tell 'em if we see 'em wouldn’t wanna be 'em |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cobra Clutch , by - The Underachievers. Song from the album Renaissance, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп