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Cold World
Afro-Pop
Cold World was released on April 10, 2026 by Shex as a part of the album Cold World - Single
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Release DateApril 10, 2026
LabelShex
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shex
Shex
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Segun Isijola
Segun Isijola
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Segun Isijola
Segun Isijola
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro – spoken/low whisper over sparse, dusty beat]
Yeah… silk over switchblade.
They hear the click, but never see the blade.
Metal face meet Compton shade.
Let’s go.
[Verse 1]
I walk through the city like a ghost in Versace,
pockets full of echoes, heart full of autopsy.
They say I’m too cerebral, I say they’re too basic—
I turn pain into platinum, then ghost like a matrix.
Pen’s a guillotine, every bar’s a beheading,
I don’t flex for likes, I flex for the dead ones.
Momma prayed for better, now I’m the altar—
sacrificed sleep so the demons could falter.
They call me pretentious? Nah, I just speak fluent future—
while y’all still arguing over who got the newer.
I spit in hieroglyphs, you read it like captions—
my flow’s a museum, your playlist’s just fashion.
So bow when I enter, or get bodied by subtlety—
I’m the rap game’s opium, slow poison, no mercy.
[Chorus/Hook]
Cold world, colder steel in the lining,
mask on, no smiling, timing impeccable, timing.
Ghost writer for the reaper, ink blacker than violence,
I’m the villain they study in silence.
Bow or get bodied—subtlety’s the silencer,
opium dreams, no revival, just fire.
Cold world… colder still.
[Verse 2]
Villain arc activated, metal mask corroded from acid rain tears,
years of buried peers turn the page to nightmares.
I harvest bars like grim harvests in forgotten fields,
yield infinite, shield infinite, fate’s card already peeled.
They chase trends like addicts chase the dragon’s breath,
I’m the dragon in the dungeon, guarding scrolls of death.
Word to K.Dot’s conscience, I’m the shadow he debates,
internal war, civil score, every scar commemorates.
DOOM scrolls through the crypt, flipping comic panels for the plot,
got the plot twisted tighter than a noose around the spot.
Where the weak get eaten, the meek inherit debt—
I collect interest on the pain, compound regret.
Fluent in the tongue of the ancients, curse in cuneiform,
your favorite rapper’s uniform? Just a costume worn.
I’m the anomaly, the prophecy nobody wants to read,
plant seeds in concrete, watch empires bleed.
[Chorus/Hook]
Cold world, colder steel in the lining,
mask on, no smiling, timing impeccable, timing.
Ghost writer for the reaper, ink blacker than violence,
I’m the villain they study in silence.
Bow or get bodied—subtlety’s the silencer,
opium dreams, no revival, just fire.
Cold world… colder still.
[Bridge – battle-rap savage, faster cadence, more aggressive multis]
You want savage? Fine—switchblade symphony, no symphony sweet,
I carve your legacy clean off the beat.
Pretend you a king? Throne’s rented, eviction notice in the mail,
I’m the landlord with the pale horse, no fairy tale.
Talk big game, but your bars allergic to depth,
I’m anaphylactic shock wrapped in a metaphor’s breath.
Y’all TikTok philosophers, caption kings with no crown,
I crown corpses, turn eulogies to battle grounds.
Come test the hieroglyph, get embalmed in the verse,
worst come to worst? You just the first to get cursed.
I’m the plague doctor mask in a room full of patients,
diagnosis: terminal basic—prescription: patience.
None for you clowns.
[Final Chorus + Outro]
Cold world, colder steel in the lining…
(mask on)
Ghost in Versace, fading through the lining…
(opium slow, no revival)
Bow when I enter, or get bodied by subtlety…
I’m the rap game’s last autopsy.
Cold world… colder.
Fade to black.
Written by: Segun Isijola
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