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COOL

Dance

COOL was released on July 14, 2025 by www.BOSSThumper.com as a part of the album DESTROYER

Song Details

Release DateJuly 14, 2025

Labelwww.BOSSThumper.com

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM97

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

BOSS THUMPER

Synthesizer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

David Kellas

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

David Kellas

Producer

Lyrics

They said they was next

They said they got heat

They said I'm washed

Now watch 'em retreat

Yeah, I'm the ice in the vein when your bars collapse

Your rhymes stale like 90s apps

Claim you a king, you just mimic maps

Need GPS to even find your raps

I don't do beef, I end whole farms

No punch pulled, just lyrical arms

You bring a diss, I bring dismemberment

You bring a click, I bring retirement

Fluent in pain like a scholar of scars

I write eulogies, you write subpar

You flex cars, I flex truth

You paid bots, I raised the roof

I'm cool, not calm, I'm calculated

Every fake king gets dethroned and faded

They tried to climb, I broke the rung

I ain't spit fire, I cracked the sun

I'm cool, not kind, I'm purpose built

Your top five list, I made it wilt

You talk like giants, I crush like mules

This ain't just heat, it's war with tools

I don't bark, I blitz with silence

Cut through egos with surgical violence

Your metaphors whack, your cadence weak

I'm syllables stacked like a mountain peak

Talk drip, you're a leaking tap

Talk clout, you're a discount app

Talk smoke, I own the flame

You talk big game but forgot your name

This is chess with loaded pens

You're playing checkers in toddler dens

Your clique, please, a Twitter thread

I'm what your label fears in their head

No label, no ghostwriter, no gimmicks

Just me, and this mic, and the fear in your lyrics

I'm cool, not calm, I'm calibrated

Each wannabe rapper gets humiliated

I don't need guns, I don't need fame

I need one verse to erase your name

I'm cool, like a storm in a cage

You warm up acts can't match my rage

You talk in memes, I talk in rules

You play pretend, I write the schools

They run to the Gram when I drop these flows

Turn rappers to ghosts like a Netflix show

You rap like WiFi stuck on slow

I rap like time don't even know

Your beats rented, your lines recycled

I spit in code, divine, unbridled

I'm in the booth like a priest with sins

You in the booth like a child with pins

So go ahead, drop a comeback track

I'll feed it to fans as a snack pack snack

I'm the meal, the menu, the chef, the flame

You're just another bio link with shame

I'm cool, no chains, no fake facade

I breathe raw truth like it's passed from God

Your crew looks tough but acts like fools

I don't just burn, I rewrite cool

Written by: David Kellas

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