[Hook: Murdock]

You ain't ever hear an MC this cold

Bout to crack through the ice let the scene unfold

When the temperature drops to below zero

You won't make it out alive let the truth be told

[Verse 1: Murdock]

Yo

My condition is optimal

Overcoming my obstacles

Autobody deceptions, I'm spitting bars through your optical

I'm Thor without his hammer, still worthy and unstoppable

The ruler of ever realm, I'm warned about in chronicles

Your monocle's half off, your vision isn't possible

I got the mind stone, now gimme space I'm astronomical

Your ass has gotta go, ain't you notice you on the bottom row

Riding waves I'm nautical while I'm spittin' a lava flow

Ain't no settling down, the day of reckoning's now

We're dying in the hood, while they're developing town

And y'all are menacing how? I'm really questioning thou

Cause the rate in which I'm moving should leave y'all trembling BLAO

Making records like I'm Guiness, only lines I cross are finish

I'm building up every day, while y'all let foundations diminish

That's the premise, and every day I live a rising action

Life is always throwing lemons, most people can't even catch em

[Hook: Murdock] x2

Cause you ain't ever hear an MC this cold

Bout to crack through the ice let the scene unfold

When the temperature drops to below zero

You won't make it out alive let the truth be told

[Verse 2: Jack Blerry]

I got a lot on my plate, somehow its not enough

And I could feel all the —- starting to pile up

It never fails, they always fail to rile me up

I kill 'em with kindness, man, and sure enough

From enemies to frenemies, to get to me

They switched sides so fast must be amphetamines

They know I'm aiming for skyscraping. They mezzanine

Be hella mean, go make em scream what they told me

Be hella mean, but I don't,  my nigga

They fiening for me to lean but I don't my nigga

They itching me for a scene but I don't my nigga, 

Getting to school ya and I'm the Dean my nigga

Living my art's a double edged sword

I'm holding on tight, I'm bleeding of course

I got stubborn luck, don't stop me like morse

This shit's in my code, my bros could endorse' cuz

It's a long drop like a waterfall

I’m a firefly, my kind is dying out

Dying out 

See myself flying out

Really trying now

I'm really trying now

It's a long drop like a waterfall

I’m a firefly, my kind is dying out

Dying out 

See myself flying out

I'm really trying now

I'm really trying now

[Hook: Murdock] x2

Cause you ain't ever hear an MC this cold

Bout to crack through the ice let the scene unfold

When the temperature drops to below zero

You won't make it out alive let the truth be told

[Verse 3: Nizz Sentine]

Yeah you pronounce my name (Nizzy!)

Ain't it precious? I bring many blessings with my nigga Murdock and we all from jersey (Oh really?!)

You goddamn right, with a thunder god's might, a small bark with a lot of bite

A blind warrior cause I'm outta sight, with platinum swords and some gold mics

Cash money kinda ice, looking like Wayne saying "Wobbly wobbly" 

Drop, drop it like it's hot, fireball's in the spot

Got tequila, maker's mark, and fireball in the spot

One call I get you shot, took your soul, took my time, and take a shot

Take a nap, I put these women to sleep like I'm Jigglypuff, I give daps but don't be givin' a fuck

I move loose while you niggas is stuck

Alright I think I'm warmed up (aight nigga stop playin', stop playin', stop playin'!)

Uh, yo, tippin' off four fours, make sure the door closed

Puttin' holes through you hoes, through your clothes, and through your foes too

Look into my eyes, see the holes that I go through

Born in 87, MC like I'm supposed to

Yes yes ya'll you don't stop, Run DMC in brain and my son's snot on my tank top

Niggas is fake fans if they don't cop

I know niggas that be rockin blue in the streets and they ain't cops

But I don't trip set, ain't a stage that I ain't rip yet

Treat me like I'm Dipset, baby girl get your lips wet

For the prince of Atlantis, demon of all damage

I ain't new to kung fu, my style is praying mantis

24 karat, rap cocky, steam the broccoli, and spark bodies

On any imitation, carbon copy, until he performs the form properly

Sucker think he can beat me, must be screaming high off the cotton oxy

Watch me, try to act all hugo bossy, Rick Rossy

Get bodied outta your car seat acting all flossy

With a broad that's thick and lips glossy, from east New York to Marcy

Pro black Marcus Garvey flow saucey

Add a little bit of parsley...