Cold-blooded, cold-blooded, and rugged, rugged and raw For you and your-your, for you and You got the C to the, huh - Ain't it - huh, - hard-core We take it
Yo, yo My daughter, started, nursery school Brother Com, gotta our move through the stylist(?) and violence with The of times with rhyme shit is timeless The is a terrible thing to spill Rap life's like a dream that for real A nigga wake up, superstar, with no after, travellin the world to see paper's paper Streets take ya, and forth like a shaker I'm a to the rhythm's breakin off I get the job done - but some days I wanna off D be like, "We ain't got no for that!" ?uestlove said, "We got no time for that!" My old bird like, "We got no time for that!" So I rhyme my back hurts Play the numbers from my grandmother like I the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin we're in to win Hen's and Heineken's Beast for each and greet the with speech to seek and peak cause Pete, shit gets I fuh-fuh-freak, styles that out at night, when most cats the gun out Go on and on and, to the break of the sound run out, run out, out C uhh,
Cold-blooded (c'mon) cold-blooded, (hit em with the) Rough and rugged (c'mon) and raw (hey) for you and yours, for you and You got the C, uhh - (yeah) (c'mon) hard-core (ain't it funky) and rugged, rugged and raw for you and yours, for you and (Yo, yo I-I think I wanna taste these I want you to taste these horns, now) C, the cold-blooded (uh) (yeah) hard-core (ain't it) Rough and rugged (uh) and raw (yeah baby that's what I'm about c'mon, give em, give us a more) for you and yours, for you and C to the, (na, na-nasty) cold-blooded, hard-core (c'mon) Rough and rugged, and raw (Yo, aight let let me get a little taste of here) for you and yours, for you and yours..
The simps, uhh uhh uhh uhh These studs me, uhh uhh uhh uhh As a, MC, sent to be the reign on the industry I With penitentiary talk, Coke and a walk My talks, metaphors and similes stalk for war, my artillery caulks the hardest nigga I'm killin 'em with golf, gettin blowed on the course I be dissin magazines, but then buy The Can't explain why the force, is me Known to bring a down - like Bobby did Whitney Sophisticated sissies strut this is Beat Street in backpacks Braggin how they eat meat and abstract I backsmack em they skateboard, flee the crime scene a rhyme scheme to escape frauds Make become queens, run things like a rasta sprinter The way you want the game I rub off like I remain like a tattoo with natural like a fax that's y'all actual facts Battle raps is where it began, end it wherever I land I done of, a master plan, it goes
C to the, (yeah, c'mon) cold-blooded, (ya know) (ain't it) and rugged, (c'mon) rugged and raw for you and yours, for you and You got the C to the, cold-blooded, Rough and rugged, and raw for you and yours, for you and You got the C to the, (yeah, hey) cold-blooded (na-nasty, yo yo) and rugged, rugged and raw (ain't it, it) for you and yours, for you and yours You got the C to the, cold-blooded, (c'mon) and rugged, rugged and raw for you and yours, for you and yours..
[Common ad-libs, then some samples til end]