[Intro]

Sutter and Stone, Rockaway and Dumont

The gritty arteries of Brownsville

[Verse 1]

They stand the test, got Father Time rhymes

I know I'm blessed, Father, pardon my crimes

Just wanted to stack and ride Beemers

Don't laugh on the ave with a pack of hyenas

Come through with the pride, get attacked with five ninas

Got trapped, now I'm fly, now I'm back with my Venus

The dream is live clean and good livin'

As free as it seem, but this shit is a hood prison

So we sold that poison like Bivins

Made noise and quietly gave sisters nice ribbons

Fuck them cops and swats with night vision

Give me three days, we'll celebrate like Christ's risen

Grew up with good-spirited goons

Now I only see 'em in tombs or in visiting rooms

Hold the chrome tight, the beast's on the creep

I own the night, the heat's my receipt

I need peace, all that beef shit is weak

When niggas that talk trash get sweeped in the street

Washed down the gutter

Whatever remains gets tossed round your mother

Jump the squares, made 'em crown another

I see your traps and your plots to dead us

Y'all rolling with Kojaks, nigga, I got Berettas

(I got fucking Berettas, nigga)

[Chorus]

I heat it up with cold facts

You're a victim

I heat it up with...

[Verse 2]

Cold pyrotechnics with no alarms

I blew up the block when I sold them bombs

Know the niggas who didn't turn pros is cons

Guns 24 karat, got golden arms

Good metal, don't settle for silver, bronze

Fruits of my labor, I'm building farms

The illest psalms written with killer palms

And a scoundrel mind

But nice, cyphed with anybody down to rhyme

Too much vision, them niggas soundin' blind

They must be in the dark, downing swine

A titan... yeah, but I'm enlightened

Should build museums from all the shit I'm writin'

Y'all niggas weak, check my speak, start bitin'

I don't speak too much; words' more potent

Live niggas say it with me; herbs, don't quote it

Colt loaded, waitin' for a reason

Praise me when I'm dead, make bread while I'm breathin'

Can't take it when I'm leavin'

Judge me too quick, mistake me as a heathen

Because I had tools, moved weight, and was thievin'

But I was broke, out the gate I was grievin'

Had a cold heart, 'cause my apartment was freezin'

Studied this thirty years, so you could say it's mastered

Thorough nigga, it's in my nucleic acid (Victim)

[Chorus]

I heat it up with cold facts

You're a victim

I heat it up with cold facts

[Outro]

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You're a victim

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You're a victim

You're a victim

"The person who wrote that is dangerous"