[Intro]

I think it feels good right now

Huh, how you think it feels, D?

What you say?

Cold-blooded, cold-blooded, hardcore

Rough and rugged, rugged and raw

For you and your-your, for you and your

You got the C to the, huh, cold-blooded

Ain't it, huh, come on, hardcore

We take it higher

Yo, yo

[Verse 1]

My little daughter started nursery school

Brother Com, gotta make our move through

Silence and violence with vibrance

The sign of times with rhyme shit is timeless

The mind is a terrible thing to spill

Rap life's like a dream that seems for real

A nigga wake up, superstar, with no acres

After travelin' the world to see paper's just paper

Streets take you back and forth like a shaker

I'm a slave to the rhythm, it's breakin' off

I get the job done, but some days, I wanna take off

D be like, "We ain't got no time for that"

Questlove said, "We ain't got no time for that"

My old bird like, "We ain't got no time for that"

So I rhyme when my back hurts

Play the numbers from my grandmother like Kraftwerk

I rock the patchwork fast

I'm in to win, but then begin to sin

We're in the wind with Henns and Heinekens (Well, alright)

Beast for each and greet the meek with speech

To seek and peak, 'cause, Pete, shit gets deep

I f-freak styles that come out

At night, when most cats pull the gun out

Go on and on and to the break of when the

Sun run out, run out, r-run out

[Chorus]

You got the C to the (Yeah), cold-blooded (C'mon)

Cold-blooded (Yeah), hardcore (Hit 'em with the)

Rough and rugged (C'mon), rugged and raw (Hey)

For you and yours, for you and yours

You got the C to the (C'mon), cold-blooded (Yeah)

Cold-blooded (C'mon), hardcore

Rough and rugged (Yo), rugged and raw (Yo, I, I think I want you to taste these horns)

For you and yours, for you and yours (I want you to taste these horns, c'mon, y'all)

You got the C to the (Uh), the cold-blooded (Uh)

Cold-blooded (Yeah), hardcore (Ain't it?)

Rough and rugged (Uh, uh), rugged and raw (Yeah, baby, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout there)

For you and yours, for you and yours (C'mon, give 'em, give 'em a little more of that)

C to the (Uh), cold-blooded (Mack, Mack Nasty)

Cold-blooded (Uh), hardcore (C'mon)

Rough and rugged (Yo), rugged and raw (Alright, let, let, let me get a little taste of this here)

For you and yours, for you and yours

[Verse 2]

They send police, uh, uh, uh

These studs mention me, uh, uh, uh

As an intense MC

Sent to be the reign, on the industry, I came

With penitentiary talk, Coke and a Hennessy walk

My imagery talks, metaphors and similes stalk

Time for war, my artillery caulks

The hardest nigga, I'm killin' 'em soft

Dealin' with golf, gettin' blowed on the course

I be dissin' magazines, but then buy The Source

Can't explain why the force is with me

Known to bring a rapper down like Bobby did Whitney

Sophisticated sissies strut like this is Beat Street in backpacks

Braggin' how they don't eat meat and abstract

I backsmack 'em with they skateboard, flee the crime scene

With a rhyme scheme to escape frauds

Make broads become queens, run things like a Rasta sprinter

The way you want the game to rub off like henna

I remain like a tattoo with natural raps

Copy like a fax, that's y'all actual facts

Battle raps is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land

I done thought of a master plan, it goes

[Chorus]

The C to the (Yeah), cold-blooded (C'mon)

Cold-blooded (You know), hardcore (Ain't it?)

Rough and rugged (C'mon), rugged and raw (Yeah)

For you and yours, for you and yours

You got the C to the (C'mon), cold-blooded (C'mon)

Cold-blooded, hardcore

Rough and rugged, rugged and raw

For you and yours, for you and yours

You got the C to the (Yeah), cold-blooded (Hey, Mack Nasty)

Cold-blooded (Yo), hardcore (Yo, c'mon)

Rough and rugged (C'mon), rugged and raw (Ain't it? Ain't it?)

For you and yours, for you and yours

You got the C to the, cold-blooded

Cold-blooded (C'mon), hardcore

Rough and rugged, rugged and raw

For you and yours, for you and yours (Yo, yo, yo, yo)

[Outro]

Take that woman right there, she cold-blooded

Man, looky here

I mean, I, I tried my best, man

You know what I mean? She took all of my money

So, man, she, she left me with the Pinto and the chihuahua, you feel me?

So all I'm sayin', man

When they cold-blooded

They cold-blooded

They cold-blooded, man

You feel me?

What can I say, you know?

She's cold-blooded

You feel me?

I'm, I'm well aware, you know the, just

Everything is everything, it's all political

It's all political, you know?