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Cavalier

The term Cavalier () was first used by Roundheads as a term of abuse for the wealthier Royalist supporters of King Charles I and his son Charles II of England during the English Civil War, the Interregnum, and the Restoration (1642 – c. 1679). It was later adopted by the Royalists themselves. Although it referred originally to political and social attitudes and behaviour, of which clothing was a very small part, it has subsequently become strongly identified with the fashionable clothing of the court at the time. Prince Rupert, commander of much of Charles I's cavalry, is often considered to be an archetypal Cavalier. more »

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(Out in the open baby 
That's how they doing it, so that's how I'm doing it.) 

Yo they huntin' out in the open 
I'm puffin out in the open, baby 
It come to me, I'm thuggin' out in the open 
They want it out in the open, baby 
I see the beast, they gunnin out in the open 
Say f*ck em out in the open, baby 
I puff the weed in public out in the open 
They hunt us
 
I'm thinking bout the next 30 years 
How to turn my prayers into cheers 
without the wear and tear, weary tears 
bandoleros like 'Cav, how you get so brolic?' 
Well the weed hydroponic, the pen on hydraulics 
See iconic be the sign of the comet 
The fall catastrophic, the CD hot out the burner 
So we drop it 
And ya poetry is caka 
Mine written on the walls by cucarachas 
It's pissing on the stoop by your zapatas 
Silo beamed high flying piloting with winos 
You listen to politicians, so what the f*ck do I know? 
This defiance not survival 
The posture of the hostage 
That turn away that bread and cheese 
For you to break salat with, try it dog 
Got the Tylenol and Final Call with bean pies 
Not the Adderalls, got Dragon Balls Z's sleep time 
Told you 'I got the juice', freeze dried 
Marmalade for these pigs too 
This that calm and crazy baby, streamlined 

New Edition, true nutrition 
Sufi spinning Uncle Luke to lubricate the system 
Thunder blue tundra parka with the goose feather 
On the Euclid bound local, loud peek-a-boo-ing 
through my Lo sweater, it gets no better 
I'm from that 'mama cooking while she blow a stog' era 
I'm from that Brooklyn that's Polo and Guess all weather 
But I can't romanticize it like 'if only then' 
Time folds like roti skin 
Trynna hold it down like Nostrand, Poison Pens 
At commencement sang Boyz II Men, 'End Of The Road' 
Penitentiary some was hoisted in, this me letting the voices live, boy 
The boys try to choke it 
The chicken smoke and mirrors got the area 
smelling like disappointment 
They armies got slogans 
I pause and hit the spliff 
The bars is uploading 
I leave they Trojan Horse out in the open baby 

They huntin' out in the open 
I'm puffin out in the open, baby 
It come to me, I'm thuggin' out in the open 
They want it out in the open, baby 
I see the beast, they gunnin' out in the open 
Say f*ck em out in the open, baby 
I puff the weed in public out in the open 
They hunt us out in the open, baby

They huntin' out in the open 
I'm puffin out in the open, baby 
It come to me, I'm thuggin' out in the open 
They want it out in the open, baby 
I see the beast, they gunnin' out in the open 
Say f*ck em out in the open, baby 
I puff the weed in public out in the open 
They hunt us out in the open, baby

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