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Cold Case

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Cold Case was released on November 11, 2014 by RBC Records as a part of the album Speak Easy

Song Details

AlbumSpeak Easy

Release DateNovember 11, 2014

LabelRBC Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM89

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Bilderburgh

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Bilderburgh

Composer

Lyrics

Daytime, twelve noon, doom and gloom

Drinking radiated water from a circuloid tube

Flash flood, don't be a stuck in the mud

Rain, thunder and blood

Hunger Games, Germaine, the sackcloth thug

You ready cousin? Pitchfork justice, disgusting

Forever struggling, can't seem to get above it

Winter sunrise cold, we look up like whoa

The whole horizon, peppered with drones

Vanclothes, volcanic ash covers the home

Satellites explode, EMP disconnected the phones

Yeah, you sleep eternal, I dump you in a hole in your thermals

Punch you in your fucking neck 'til your throat gurgle

Abundantly cheap, scarce and expensive

So whatever you selling, that's what you left with

A mind too wired to be biased, preoccupied with the slightest

The virus was designed to kill the designers

Voice activated hybrids, Herculoid George music department

Mafia turf wars, balaclava mask, butane and brass

Jack booted brand, Lieutenant Dan, let's dance

You just want to survive, scumbags look at your lives

Come here fat bitch, look at your thighs

Scattered across the winds from a force within

I can't help none of you, you gotta talk to him

In the tower, the controller of the alpha

The unknown knowledge of the all knowing knower of power

Protozoa from a meteor shower

Fukushima powder in your clam chowder, be ready in half hour

We don't give a fuck

This is hip-hop

All you rappers suck

And we hope you die, die, die

Still got sand in my boots from the deserts of Iraq

And for a second there I thought I was never coming back

Was a rebel and in fact a degenerate at that

Now I'm a veteran rapping with a veteran of rap

How do I react? How does this even go on?

I got diseases that orthopedics don't even know of

I throw up regularly, must be the phlegm in my throat

Adrenaline and coke, rum and blender blended them both

I've been genetically modified like government crops

Guinea pig in the military, got hundreds of shots

Your superiors will tell you that you need to call the doc

And get your vaccinations for hepatitis and smallpox

But it ain't those, these antidepressants fit in my raincoat

I'm taking them to school and making everybody take notes

Don't think you can approach me like you're on a higher rank bro

I'll double tap your chin like Fedor Emelianenko

The contents of this song are strictly for the underground

And it's blatantly obvious Build-a-Bird ain't fucking around

We're elite and confidential, organize and assemble

But careful, 'cause around every corner lies the devil

I can feel this in my gut like a steak knife

We 'bout to take flight, gain altitude and soar to great heights

My attitude is "fuck you" and don't take no shit

I'll make your nasal drip like fatal hits from NATO clips

I'm repelling you silly whores like citronella vapors

Come get this nut out of my particle accelerator

I brought my platoon and we probably the baddest around

Just leave the forward reconnaissance to the cavalry scouts

We don't give a fuck

This is hip-hop

All you rappers suck

And we hope you die, die, die

Yo, I'm sick and tired of being so fucking sick and tired

Of fake rappers who lie and trying to trick the buyers

Into thinking the life they living isn't a gimmick

And they really do what they rap about, you full of shit, you liars

You need to just retire or die in a vicious fire

Like Mr. Myers, I'm killing, fulfilling my sick desires

You ain't brick suppliers, you're pop artists kids admire

I'd rather be setting myself on fire like Richard Pryor

Than listen to your music, your shit is stupid as fuck

It's funny what industry puppets will do for a buck

I am a monster, Jeffrey Dahmer in the flesh

And you're a little bitch like John Leguizamo in The Pest

You don't have to know how to spit to be rich and famous

You just gotta act like a bitch and love dick to anus

And wear the tightest pants that you can and make dance music

Call me crazy, but even if you pay me I can't do it

It's loco how I'm hopeful and so full of motivation

Even though the radio stations won't give us no rotation

We stay underground and rap from undisclosed locations

'Cause the mainstream is fucking wack and become so complacent

That's why I run with Build-a-Bird, we a violent platoon

The type of goons that like to fight by the light of the moon

Assuming I was doomed, the devil tried to consume

My soul in its entirety with fire but I was immune

It's hard to handle this, microphone vandalist

Ain't no mechanic on the planet that could dismantle this

Never understanding this, planet from a cannabis

Decision was unanimous, this is hip-hop

We don't give a fuck

This is hip-hop

All you rappers suck

And we hope you die, die, die

Written by: Bilderburgh

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