Ka — Cold Facts (Grief Pedigree 2012)
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Cold Facts (Grief Pedigree 2012) Ka02:49
Текст песни: Cold Facts (Grief Pedigree 2012)
Cold Facts Lyrics[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 Little 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] [?] [?] You're a victim [?] [?] You're a victim You're a victim "The person who wrote that is dangerous"4
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