Cold As Ice

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  1. Da New Kid

    Da New Kid New

    Apr 7, 2003
    This here's ballistic, first hit, sadistic
    Street logistics, the competitiveness
    For an instance, picture yaself ahead of it
    and see the horizon clear
    And the show is on YEAH
    And this flow is so feared
    I snap and I black out, Im strapped but I back out
    Sit back and I laugh out as the mac blow his back out (YEAH)
    Queens talk for my Queens dawgs, straight up
    Here's a Queens thought if you think Queens won't stay up
    cause if ya catch me trippin'
    Its me gettin' toxins out of my system
    That plus a couple of bullets comin' out of the pistol
    Fuck around and you bound to end on a mission
    In a bodybag hangin' 'round the mortician
    So, the trip was exhaustin', but you cold as ice
    How you lost it, you dropped jewels to floss 'em
    You freezed and ya heart stopped beatin'
    And life goes on, don't think the sharks'll stop eatin'....
  2. R3DRUM

    R3DRUM Capo

    Jul 13, 2005
    Flow so nice its Cold as ice--cube n me might fluently-
    Write war n peace on the sheets n fight musically-
    Spend my life pursuin dreams, still im stuck in a nightmare..
    Enemies in my way, on the real its luck if they fight fair..
    Just interruptions-had my share, of backstabbing intermissions..
    Its from the lack of gettin visions of truth, its got me sick of livin..
  3. M-theory

    M-theory Saint Esprit

    Jan 4, 2001
    Everyday I roll the dice,
    it's like I live a soldier's life
    Dead, stuck in the freezer
    Cold as Ice
    Hate being locked in
    Lower the price, you overstocking
    Sold you parking,
    when I laid you out on the pavement
    A lot to weigh in,
    need support for the movement
    Watch who you screw with
    I'm cold as ice, you soft as cool whip
    Stoolpigeons fuelin' shit that's gruelling
    I don't trust no bird 'less she's kneeling
    Keep her squeeling, feet to the ceiling
    Dirty spieling, sweetkiss stealing
    Beatniks dealing, leak this, feel it
    Weakness, drill it, never speak this thrilling
    Just reached the base of it right there
    Bitch you better like the taste of it right there
    I anal fucked that emo slut with the spiked hair
    I'm cold as ice, that's the truth
    You don't want to see what I might dare
  4. R3DRUM

    R3DRUM Capo

    Jul 13, 2005
    Its a cold world, so i pay my heat bill..
    Keep my nerves calm the way i eat pills..
    You say im bleak still, after my last entrance..
    And i maintain the thrill til after the last minute..
    Then my rhymes slashin ya ass into pieces..
    You kneelin, prayin to jesus, askin for reasons..
    Ya organs murmer when this heart attack is in season..
    Half of em leavin anyways, ya entrails that would be..
    Blades comin and you mangled and split like a pussy
  5. M-O-A Thug

    M-O-A Thug New Member

    Apr 5, 2003
    dope as fuck, get your spleen opened up--though it's not funny..
    I'm all about that cashmoney, leave niggas heads slanted's like gumby's..
    do it weekly to monthly, telling niggas, "stop fronting"
    a nigga stay punking, tell me what are ya'll wanting?
    a whole lot, prolly see me with 4 glocks, in sky like an astronaught
    contemplating a sinister plot to take all the cash you got
    call me a criminal, flows upfront, not subliminal
    provided with vitamins and minerals, verbal visuals
    leave you in critical, untypical, lyrical
    it'll take more than a miracle to match me on the court physical-ly
    my b-ball capabilities, are sure to make ya whole team retire
    pile'n up more three's than Salim Stoudamire
    a couple year's back, so fear this track
    as I pin your ears back, it'll prolly make your head crack.
  6. Magog

    Magog New Member

    Mar 13, 2002
    i'ma hustle to make that paper
    world's equipped wit haters..flamers ready to blaze ya..
    gotta stay on the grind n stay sharp as a razor
    keep my enemies close cuz my friends r traitors
    leechin creatures deserve to feed off my fieces
    suckin up n jus tryin to please me..please bitch
    keep the dough low-key n dress less in 'crombie n fitch
    sikk wit my tongue is sacred
    insure it for a mill like bekham did to his leg kid
    i got more flow than gurls on their period
    serious..i'm rediculous..only style i kno is consp!cuous
    few lines n i'm already up in MC's nucleus
    flow sicker than diarrhea..
    lyrical punches to the stomache givin u gonorhea
    speakin my can't stop me even wit tampons
    my thoughts come faster than a virgin
    sendin niggas to their death beds like a kurrupt surgen
    like robin hood i'm quick to get the point a-cross
    line steppers pay the cost n learn who's the boss
    eat MC's 3 times a day so battle me n get served a loss
    cuz bwoy's here to stay till the game dies
    speakin o' death o' this game..this shit's immortal
    as long as i'm alive n still got my tongue n vocals
    wat it is?
  7. M-O-A Thug

    M-O-A Thug New Member

    Apr 5, 2003
    give me the mic again, that and a bottle of heineken,
    try to tell these rappers to try again, just like a violin
    comin nice again, write wit a pen, victim of a sin
    tell em to come again, watchin as they stock starts plummetin'
    going dumb again, like e-40, got me summonin'
    all competitors, I'm the rap editor, supreme predator
    spitting raps and etc. tell me who's better sir?
    slice em into meat register, some consider me a lecturer
    verbal murderer, scarllet letterer, packin' barretta's sir
    leave you really wetter'r then any rainy day or rain storm
    my main form, like being near a train horn,
    so move back, i rule tracks like cool cat's
    playing jazz way back, when it was 8-track, don't get ya wig pushed back.
  8. R3DRUM

    R3DRUM Capo

    Jul 13, 2005
    Stuck in a struggle, wonderin how to get tha fuck outta trouble-
    Cuz me n my boys ready to knuck on tha double-
    Yall aint up fa a tussle, yall just ready to talk gritty-
    Im out that small city, where talk is cheap-its Albany-(yall get me?)
    You betta call fifty, cuz you gon' really need many men-
    More than ya see in tha pen. that or just keep speakin wit pens-
    Ive easily been tha coldest, and these niggaz no doubt- novice-
    If you want war, meet me in a city ive sold out shows in-
  9. M-O-A Thug

    M-O-A Thug New Member

    Apr 5, 2003
    sidewinder missiles strike, causing instant explosions
    mortar rocket's hit your surroundings, destroying
    buildings, ceilings, start the healing, to these fieldings
    stupid is, as stupid does, give me the alarm buzz
    once all comers are ready to go, ready to flow,
    through hail, sleet, and snow, still with a perfect fro
    like Supernatural, as I chill casual, imagine though
    if I had doe, to start my own radio show
    I'd bring back the 11 o'clock battles, no matter the channel
    instead of Tony Soprano
    on the hip hop panel, dicussing rap beefs
    impact heat, leave tire marks on the street
    In a buick regal that's illegal like Little Jamal
    "I fade's all ya'll", above the law like Big Hutch
    ya chick does'nt suck, that's why I kicked her out
    Rockford Fosgate's kickers no doubt,
    boomin' in my jeep, like Prodigy I'm mobbin' deep
    readin' smith's & street, or street & smith
    it's no doubt that I got that gift,
    that's 2pacalyspe, it's no stoppin' my shit
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