Lyrics:

[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]