Текст песни: Common - Coldblooded
[Common]
Cold-blooded, cold-blooded, hard-core
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, c`mon - hard-core
We take it hiiiiiiiiiiiiigh-er
Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, nursery school
Brother Com, gotta make our move through
the stylist(?) 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, travellin the world to see paper`s just paper
Streets take ya, back and forth like a shaker
I`m a slave to the rhythm`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!"
?uestlove 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 to win with Hen`s and Heineken`s
Beast for each and greet the meek with speech
to seek and peak cause Pete, shit gets deep
I fuh-fuh-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
sound run out, run out, r-run out
C uhh, yeah
Cold-blooded (c`mon) cold-blooded, hard-core
(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, uhh - cold-blooded (yeah)
cold-blooded (c`mon) hard-core
(ain`t it funky) Rough and rugged, rugged and raw
for you and yours, for you and yours
(Yo, yo I-I think I wanna taste these horns
I want you to taste these horns, c`mon now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(ain`t it) Rough and rugged (uh) rugged and raw
(yeah baby that`s what I`m talkin about
c`mon, give em, give us a little more)
for you and yours, for you and yours
C to the, cold-blooded (na, na-nasty) cold-blooded, hard-core
(c`mon) Rough and rugged, rugged and raw
(Yo, aight let let me get a little taste of this here)
for you and yours, for you and yours..
[Common]
The simps, please uhh uhh uhh uhh
These studs mention me, uhh uhh uhh uhh
As a, intense MC, sent to be the reign
on the industry I came
With penitentiary talk, Coke and a Hennesey 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 I rub off like Henner
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
C to the, cold-blooded (yeah, c`mon)
cold-blooded, (ya know) hard-core
(ain`t it) Rough and rugged, (c`mon) rugged and raw
for you and yours, for you and yours
You got the C to the, cold-blooded
cold-blooded, hard-core
Rough and rugged, rugged and raw
for you and yours, for you and yours
You got the C to the, cold-blooded (yeah, hey)
cold-blooded (na-nasty, yo yo) hard-core
Rough and rugged, 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) hard-core
Rough and rugged, rugged and raw
for you and yours, for you and yours..
[Common ad-libs, then some vocal samples til end]
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[Common]
Cold-blooded, cold-blooded, hard-core
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, c`mon - hard-core
We take it hiiiiiiiiiiiiigh-er
Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, nursery school
Brother Com, gotta make our move through
the stylist(?) 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, travellin the world to see paper`s just paper
Streets take ya, back and forth like a shaker
I`m a slave to the rhythm`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!"
?uestlove 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 to win with Hen`s and Heineken`s
Beast for each and greet the meek with speech
to seek and peak cause Pete, shit gets deep
I fuh-fuh-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
sound run out, run out, r-run out
C uhh, yeah
Cold-blooded (c`mon) cold-blooded, hard-core
(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, uhh - cold-blooded (yeah)
cold-blooded (c`mon) hard-core
(ain`t it funky) Rough and rugged, rugged and raw
for you and yours, for you and yours
(Yo, yo I-I think I wanna taste these horns
I want you to taste these horns, c`mon now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(ain`t it) Rough and rugged (uh) rugged and raw
(yeah baby that`s what I`m talkin about
c`mon, give em, give us a little more)
for you and yours, for you and yours
C to the, cold-blooded (na, na-nasty) cold-blooded, hard-core
(c`mon) Rough and rugged, rugged and raw
(Yo, aight let let me get a little taste of this here)
for you and yours, for you and yours..
[Common]
The simps, please uhh uhh uhh uhh
These studs mention me, uhh uhh uhh uhh
As a, intense MC, sent to be the reign
on the industry I came
With penitentiary talk, Coke and a Hennesey 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 I rub off like Henner
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
C to the, cold-blooded (yeah, c`mon)
cold-blooded, (ya know) hard-core
(ain`t it) Rough and rugged, (c`mon) rugged and raw
for you and yours, for you and yours
You got the C to the, cold-blooded
cold-blooded, hard-core
Rough and rugged, rugged and raw
for you and yours, for you and yours
You got the C to the, cold-blooded (yeah, hey)
cold-blooded (na-nasty, yo yo) hard-core
Rough and rugged, 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) hard-core
Rough and rugged, rugged and raw
for you and yours, for you and yours..
[Common ad-libs, then some vocal samples til end]
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