Cold Cheese. Cold Cheese. Cold Cheese. Cold Cheese

[Verse 1: ELMNT]

5 star general Attack of the Clones

Sick of waiting for bastards to pass the baton

This the last time you'll pull a fast one like I was casted into stone

Get your sub par class passed out

Shaq and Malone for talking out your ass

Smack half the management for marketing that trash

Jogging around these jackasses and damsels in distress

If this is rap at it's best then it's passed its ex-piration

It should be kept out these blogs and cassettes

Instead of stacking them back on the shelves

Because these label ass telling ass fable ass execs

Got stable ass changin' what I came and that's to rep

Resent I gotta slave just to stabilize the rent

For digging up in the crates trying to labelize my set

Because I've been penning raps since pendant caps

And chaps and Benetton slacks and top hats were fashion

The harder raps and felon acts and selling packs with gats

To men in black fans and transactions

Living the life full of lies and deceit

And quotas and nine to fives in disguise as a peak (?) it's classic

They say I'm Illmatic in the attic

These mannequins better pray to the Vatic before I turn dramatic

And giving bitches the adios

This audio system is adio it's out of yo' class

Cold Cheese. Cold Cheese. (5 star generals and all that) Cold Cheese. Cold Cheese

[Verse 2: Brandon Dramatic]

Uh

Finally we're going, rhymer seeks performance

Frost upon the audience their eyes appear the coldest

Rhymer's here to warm them

By that I mean open minds

I need to focus Acai drinks and closed sets

Try to be a door hinge

Walking down the street I saw some brighter ninjas orange

A trice (?) and me behold them

Nouns appear enormous, recycle bin, light post hiding in the foliage try to be unknown then

Strike on me, they're hopeless, rhymer be the dopest

They tire me I'm bored kids, flights that leave you board them

I ride the beat like horses, by that I mean Trojan

Try to sneak in fortress, by the evening throats split

No the Eagle toast them

At the funeral families crying leave some roses

Rivalry makes no sense, so rhymer's freeze in motion

Rhymer rigor mortis

Try and peek my souls kicks

My Adidas so sick

Ride the reason bros get

Fiery when those head private speakers blow techs

Why you need to know? just

Try to be supportive

Piracy is bogus

Pirate me and boats tip

Finally you notice rhymer be the dopest

Writing genius quotes like five of me had wrote this

Finally I don't split, finally I'm ghosting

Then I'm in a rage like you finding me with Roshin

Why my pizza cold, bitch?

Cold Cheese. (Drama) Cold Cheese. (Say...) Cold Cheese. (what? where we at, man?) Cold Cheese. (T.O, know what I'm saying?)

[Verse 3: Rage Roshin]

Rugged

Why my pizza cold, bitch?

Flow so eloquent, oh so intelligent

Flipping through the pages of penguins, puffins and pelicans

Well read gentleman, catch him on the television

Sitting next to Ellen DeGeneres, David Letterman

It's dope, who's selling it?

Notes to Self in this bitch

Ever since slightly greys turned yellowish

Take your girl, it's not personal, no etiquette

When we up in bed and the denims over her head

I be the 5 star general, 3 star chef I'm gonna dice your vegetables

Slice your metal, man

Closets got skeletons, rooms got elephants

I be out on tour with Babu or Evidence

I'm with the platoon, we on tour my regiment

Is NTS and I'm the boombox president

Yeah, my shit's thorough, that's why I roll around with Louis

Like I'm Ella Fitzgerald just to prove my relevance

Hella bent, must of hit the L again, elevated

Hello, this Rosh be the real rap delegate

Mac Miller Vanilli your flows sound delicate

All funky homo, not enough Del in it

OK, player, I be down with Element

On that tea kettle, hot, crying on the element

R&R Charizard fire is the element

Don't fuck with me when I am in my element

Cheese. Cold Cheese. Cold Cheese. Cold Cheese. Cold Cheese