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- Celph Titled So Cold 歌詞
- Celph Titled
- So Cold -Celph Titled
I'm sitting here all alone
Wonderin'why why you did me so cold
We stay spittin'in your ear
Come out the bushes firin'make you surprise hit of the year
And just off GP my *****s we blazin'easily
Shoot entire fam'when we shoot show you some decency
Avidly raw rhyme with a mechanical jaw and we won't fight you
Hit you with the MA-28250Caliber sniper rifle
Go 'head and try to hide them secrets what you gon'do
When your casket drops they'll have plenty of dirt to dig up on you
After that sex change I guess you not the man now
Cut off your arms you the best MC hands down
We manipulate young impressionable minds
With extremely exceptional rhymes
Celph Titled's the one you idolize
Sellin'c***ette tapes with Don Lapre
Marketing my methods on exactly how the God will speak
With deadly words that'll rearrange your clique
I'm in the bathroom with a Tommy gun droppin'gangsta ****
How could you have been so cold
How could you have been so cold
It's like the darkest night meets the coldest winter
Ink froze when I wrote the scripture sippin'on the old elixir
I use ice water color composin'pictures depictin'
Me as the kingpin of game pimpin'
Hoppin'out the back of black Continental Lincolns
Visitin'the next man's women and call 'em chickens
Listen up delinquents I told y'all
Number two below the zero EP frostbitten
I'm so cold but I wasn't born to be
I see spirits in my ****smoke hauntin'me
Fools got nothin'on me the song won't cry
I'm so cold the blood freeze when I makethe song bleed
I give two f**ks about y'all blue butts
Hoodied up like I be reppin'minority ku klux
If you gamble with your own life roll dice and I might
Put your mind body and soul on ice 'cause I'm so cold
How could you have been so cold
How could you have been so cold
Let me put these f**kin'words in your head real simple and plain
My gun'll make you levitate in the streets I'm david blaine
Deranged and insane put you in a burgundy tomb
I got you callin'911in the emergency room
Military action send in the regime
At my shows we sell ammo in vending machines
The bruce willis of rap I got die hard fans
And write with knife sharp hands slicin'your fam'
Yo I make motherf**kers freeze in they place like sculptures of ice do
I'm in my thirty two degree fahrenheit mood
Oktober and Celph Titled we hold the belt title
But for death we still fight you ill rivals
Tongue still reps the sword simply slice you
From words exchanged back into days I'm spiteful
To let tresp***ers in the game is taboo
Cover your scar with a black panther tattoo that's cool
How could you have been so cold
How could you have been so cold
How could you have been so cold
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