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 hiiiiiiiiiiiiigh-er Yo, yo My little daughter, started, nursery school Brother Com, gotta make our move through the stylist(?) and violence with vibrance The sign of times with rhyme **** is timeless The mind is a terrible thing to spill Rap life's like a dream that seems for real A ***** wake up, superstar, with no acres after, travellin 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!' ?uestlove 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, **** 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 of when the sound run out, run out, r-run out C uhh, yeah Cold-blooded (c'mon) cold-blooded, hard-core (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) hard-core (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) hard-core (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, hard-core (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.. [Common] 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 ***** 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) hard-core (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 cold-blooded, hard-core 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) hard-core 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) hard-core Rough and rugged, rugged and raw for you and yours, for you and yours.. [Common ad-libs, then some vocal samples til end]
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 hiiiiiiiiiiiiigh-er Yo, yo My little daughter, started, nursery school Brother Com, gotta make our move through the stylist(?) and violence with vibrance The sign of times with rhyme **** is timeless The mind is a terrible thing to spill Rap life's like a dream that seems for real A ***** wake up, superstar, with no acres after, travellin 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!' ?uestlove 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, **** 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 of when the sound run out, run out, r-run out C uhh, yeah Cold-blooded (c'mon) cold-blooded, hard-core (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) hard-core (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) hard-core (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, hard-core (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.. [Common] 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 ***** 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) hard-core (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 cold-blooded, hard-core 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) hard-core 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) hard-core Rough and rugged, rugged and raw for you and yours, for you and yours.. [Common ad-libs, then some vocal samples til end]
