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 little daughter, started, nursery Brother Com, gotta make our move the stylist(?) and violence with The sign of times rhyme shit is timeless The mind is a terrible to spill Rap life's a dream that seems for real A nigga wake up, superstar, with no after, travellin the world to see paper's just take ya, back and forth like a shaker I'm a slave to the rhythm's off I get the job - but some days I wanna take off D be like, "We ain't got no for that!" ?uestlove said, "We got no time for that!" My old bird like, "We ain't got no for that!" So I when my back hurts Play the numbers from my grandmother Kraftwerk I rock the patchwork I'm in to win but then begin to sin we're in to win with Hen's and Beast for and greet the meek with speech to seek and cause Pete, shit gets deep I fuh-fuh-freak, styles come out at night, most cats pull the gun out Go on and on and, to the of when the run out, run out, r-run out C uhh,
Cold-blooded (c'mon) cold-blooded, (hit em with the) Rough and (c'mon) rugged and raw (hey) for you and yours, for you and You got the C, uhh - (yeah) cold-blooded (c'mon) (ain't it funky) Rough and rugged, and raw for you and yours, for you and (Yo, yo I-I think I taste these horns I want you to taste horns, c'mon now) C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) (ain't it) Rough and (uh) rugged and raw (yeah baby that's what I'm talkin c'mon, em, give us a little more) for you and yours, for you and C to the, cold-blooded (na, na-nasty) cold-blooded, (c'mon) Rough and rugged, and raw (Yo, aight let let me get a little of this here) for you and yours, for you and yours..
The simps, uhh uhh uhh uhh These studs me, uhh uhh uhh uhh As a, intense MC, to be the reign on the industry I With penitentiary talk, Coke and a Hennesey My imagery talks, and similes stalk Time for war, my artillery caulks the nigga I'm 'em soft Dealin with golf, gettin on the course I be magazines, but then buy The Source Can't why the force, is with me to bring a rapper 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 with a scheme to escape frauds Make broads become queens, run things like a sprinter The way you want the game I rub off like I remain like a tattoo with natural Copy a fax that's y'all actual facts Battle raps is it began, I'ma 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) Rough and rugged, (c'mon) and raw for you and yours, for you and You got the C to the, cold-blooded, and rugged, rugged and raw for you and yours, for you and You got the C to the, (yeah, hey) (na-nasty, yo yo) hard-core Rough and 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 vocal samples til end]