From Rejection to Glory Cole Palmer’s Story | Football Rap
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Загружено: 2025-10-02
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This is the story of Cole Palmer, the boy who turned doubt into destiny — the Frozen King of Stamford Bridge.
Rejected, underestimated, but never broken. From Pep Guardiola’s shadow to Chelsea’s throne — this is his rise, told through rap. 🎤⚽
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🎵 LYRICS :
From Manchester rain to London fire,
He walked through doubt, through silent wire.
A kid so calm, yet built to reign,
He turned rejection into flame.
Guardiola watched but missed the crown,
Said “Be patient, your time will come around.”
But time don’t wait — Cole made his own,
Left the city… and claimed the throne.
Now Stamford Bridge feels like fate reborn,
Cold eyes steady through every storm.
He doesn’t speak — his boots recite,
Each touch a spark, each goal a fight.
They said he wasn’t ready — he froze that claim,
Now every net burns with his name.
Etihad lost a gem that day,
But Chelsea found the light that’ll stay.
No blink, no sweat, he’s carved from steel,
He doesn’t chase fame — he makes it real.
Where others break, he stays composed,
Like winter calm, like art enclosed.
The jokes, the memes — he turned to flame,
Now every frame just spreads his name.
They laughed at the shoot, the awkward pose,
But kings don’t grin — they just impose.
Under pressure, he breathes control,
In the storm of chaos, he stays cold.
No panic, no rush, precision defined,
While others fold, he sharpens his mind.
Left foot blessed — frost and fire,
Every strike lifts empires higher.
Not just a winger, not just flair,
He’s the silence that conquers — the killer stare.
From benches cold to stadium roar,
He waited his turn, now he wants more.
Cole Palmer — the boy denied,
Now a storm unleashed, worldwide.
He don’t scream when he scores, no boast,
Just rubs his arms — the coldest ghost.
That pose, that calm — it’s all by design:
“I was made for greatness — this chill is mine.”
From Pep’s shadow to Maresca’s trust,
He turned the doubt into diamond dust.
No shortcuts, no noise, no cheat,
Just blood, and grind, and frozen heat.
Now he walks the pitch like royal floors,
Every game another war.
But he don’t bleed — he crystallizes pain,
Turns every doubt to domain.
Proof that patience burns so slow,
That ice can rise and overflow.
He didn’t leave City — he left a cage,
And built his kingdom on a stage.
And when the night falls, and the crowd stands still,
You’ll hear one name through the chill…
Cold Palmer — the frozen will.
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