Intro:

Yeah

Verse 1: Magek

Yo, combine with Drift and breeze through tracks, 0 to 69's

In six seconds flat, heads up with the fastest gats

Get capped as fast as that, trapped on the front line

Where no sunshine find concrete

In a heartbeat, blood see through skin

Thugs run with feds, pitchforks, diamonds, et cetera

Guess who us robbed, first rotten many

Fire ain't friendly even on your sides

Actions are to petrify, get nickel fire once Magek exеmplify

So do or die is your motto, don't do shit

This way, or your gassed, if you have somе stress

Forget the quest till your skull crack to showball

Pullin' fake stunts, you fall, god shot bone crusher

Apply pressure till you call time out

Outclass when the DAT slash, operatin' in a war like math

This the present, you in the past

No more to have, so the stash shine immaculate

Since conception been takin' niggas out like OJ's wife

Without gettin' blood on my brand-new Nikes

Comin' at me with clips against this lip from flip scripts

Honestly, get a life insurance policy

Magek set it off like a bank robbery

Approachin' me sloppily, you'll burn up

With flame doves the only way you serve us

Chorus:

In a world so cold, go for what you know

Wreckin' mics, we cookin' up blows, endo of kilos

Code of the jungle, we all want dough

Slow your roll before our guns blow, travellin' up the wrong road

Post-Chorus:

Always into somethin', always movin' somethin'

Always movin' somethin', always shakin' somethin'

Makin' moves, always into somethin'

Makin' moves somethin', you know how we do, Co-Op's nigga

Verse 2: Polaris

We pull jack moves and got jack to prove to no man

Guaranteed to rock any clan on any land

Can a brother understand, P's out to set this record straight

Our model's to eliminate those who perpetrate to relate

So why you wait? My fate tastes its final blow

It's the end of the road for cats who sold they soul to dough

Look out below within the depths which are critical

We infiltrate your sector, discombobulate the physical

By demon ritual, includes mic assassinations

My affiliation is one with Combined Operations

Keep tight grips, we dashin' trends, we never slips

Seven Signs of true grit, curse verses, it's big

Verse 3: ?

I enlisted in this when I first picked up a pen

And then moved on and then make a vocal booth my pen

Send whoever you think will be your savior

Your phrases are traces of your weakness on paper

An MC's kingdom is the freedom to express

I brought tracks, escape stress and give us funkyness

You critique my expertise for we got our ankles dropped

We wearin' verbal props, seeds are endless ? to grow on

Spit on microns, this warfare is like Saigon

There is no bygones, beware to fake icons

Tryna bite like Pythons, I got you sayin'

''No mas, no mas look like Ron''

Welcome to Crook County where you post (Ivons?)

Titan's clashin', surpassin' anyone

Take notes of this antidote, our job is never done

Supreme mic pro, got your heart racin'

Combat is near, step to the rear, play the background

Co-Op's is here

Co-Op's is here

Chorus:

In a world so cold, go for what you know

Wreckin' mics, we cookin' up blows, endo of kilos

Code of the jungle, we all want dough

Slow your role before our guns blow, travellin' up the wrong road

In a world so cold, go for what you know

Wreckin' mics, we cookin' up blow, endo of kilos

Code of the jungle, we all want dough

Slow your role before our guns blow, travellin' up the wrong road