Cold-blooded, cold-blooded, Rough and rugged, and raw For you and your-your, for you and You got the C to the, huh - it - huh, c'mon - hard-core We take it
Yo, yo My little daughter, started, school Brother Com, gotta make our through the stylist(?) and violence vibrance The sign of times rhyme shit is timeless The mind is a thing to spill Rap life's a dream that seems for real A nigga up, superstar, with no acres after, the world to see paper's just paper Streets ya, back and forth like a shaker I'm a to the rhythm's breakin off I get the job done - but some I wanna take off D be like, "We got no time for that!" ?uestlove said, "We ain't got no for that!" My old bird like, "We got no time for that!" So I when my back hurts Play the numbers from my grandmother like I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then to sin we're in to win Hen's and Heineken's Beast for each and greet the with speech to seek and peak Pete, shit gets deep I fuh-fuh-freak, styles come out at night, when most cats the gun out Go on and on and, to the break of the run out, run out, r-run out C uhh,
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The simps, uhh uhh uhh uhh These mention me, uhh uhh uhh uhh As a, intense MC, sent to be the on the I came With penitentiary talk, and a Hennesey walk My imagery talks, metaphors and similes Time for war, my artillery caulks the hardest I'm 'em soft Dealin with golf, gettin 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 like this is Beat in backpacks how they don't eat meat and abstract I em with they skateboard, flee the crime scene with a rhyme 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 raps Copy like a fax that's y'all facts Battle raps is where it began, I'ma end it I land I done thought of, a master plan, it
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