Cold Blooded (feat. Rahzel the Godfather of Noize & Roy Hargrove)

Cold blooded, cold blooded, hard core Rough and rugged, rugged and raw For you and your your, for you and your You got the C to the, huh cold blooded Ain't it huh, c'mon hard core We take it higher Yo, yo My little daughter, started nursery school Brother Com gotta make our move to The stylist and violence with vibrance The sign of times with rhyme shit is timeless The mind is a terrible thing to spill Rap life's like a dream that seems for real A nigga wake up, superstar with no acres after Travelin' the world to see paper's just paper Streets take ya, back and forth like a shaker I'm a slave to the rhythm's breakin' off I get the job done But some days I wanna take off D be like, We ain't got no time for that Questlove said, "We ain't got no time for that" My old bird like, "We ain't got no time for that" So I rhyme when my back hurts Play the numbers from my grandmother like Kraftwerk I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin We're in to win with Hen's and Heineken's Beast for each and greet the meek with speech To seek and peak 'cause Pete, shit gets deep I fuh fuh freak, styles that come out At night when most cats pull the gun out Go on and on and to the break off When the sound run out, run out, r-run out C uhh, yeah Cold blooded (C'mon) Cold blooded (Yeah) Hardcore (Hit 'em with the) Rough and rugged (C'mon) Rugged and raw (Hey) For you and yours For you and yours You got the C, uhh Cold blooded (Yeah) Cold blooded (C'mon) Hardcore (Ain't it funky) Rough and rugged Rugged and raw For you and yours For you and yours Yo yo, I I think I wanna taste these horns I want you to taste these horns, c'mon now C, the cold blooded (Uh) Cold blooded (Yeah) Hardcore (Ain't it) Rough and rugged (Uh) Rugged and raw Yeah baby that's what I'm talkin' about C'mon, give 'em, give us a little more For you and yours For you and yours C to the, cold blooded (Na, na-nasty) Cold blooded, hardcore (C'mon) Rough and rugged, rugged and raw (Yo, aight let let me get a little taste of this here) For you and yours For you and yours The simps, please uhh uhh uhh uhh These studs mention me, uhh uhh uhh uhh As a, intense MC, sent to be the reign On the industry I came With penitentiary talk, Coke and a Hennesey walk My imagery talks, metaphors and similes stalk Time for war, my artillery caulks the hardest nigga I'm killin 'em soft Dealin' with golf, gettin' blowed on the course I be dissin' magazines, but then buy The Source Can't explain why the force, is with me Known to bring a rapper down like Bobby did Whitney Sophisticated sissies strut like this is Beat Street in backpacks Braggin' how they don't eat meat and abstract I backsmack 'em with they skateboard, flee the crime scene With a rhyme scheme to escape frauds Make broads become Queens Run things like a rasta sprinter The way you want the game I rub off like Henner I remain like a tattoo with natural raps Copy like a fax that's y'all actual facts Battle raps is where it began I'ma end it wherever I land I done thought of, a master plan, it goes C to the, cold blooded (Yeah, c'mon) Cold blooded (Ya know) Hardcore (Ain't it) Rough and rugged (C'mon) Rugged and raw For you and yours For you and yours You got the C to the cold blooded (C'mon) Cold blooded hardcore Rough and rugged Rugged and raw For you and yours For you and yours You got the C to the Cold blooded (Yeah, hey) Cold blooded (Na-nasty, yo yo) Hardcore Rough and rugged Rugged and raw (Ain't it, ain't it) For you and yours For you and yours You got the C to the cold blooded Cold blooded (C'mon) Hardcore Rough and rugged Rugged and raw For you and yours For you and yours