go cold Only the dead are smiling To rid your heart of all lies Their poison tongues, poison hearts Burning cold... Now let the final darkness fall I feel my soul go cold
so damn long that this rap shit is stale Make it happen, in these streets kids is clappin Fuck this rappin, seein cheese hustlin crackin This formal drive
ll be coolin') [VERSE 2: Brother Marquis] Coolin' with the posse, playin' it hard Rollin' two deep as I drop the top Beams from the sun light up the city
Looking at the same night sky I can?t give in I?ve worked to hard for this I let the stress build, I sit and ball my fists This town gets cold I pull
you but you know I'm lyin though, hah! Yeauhh [2Pac] You probably crooked as the last trick; want it light but how I got my ass caught up with this
like this In the club make it rain like you rich (like this) put em up You ain't never seen a squad like this Clarksville stand up this is it (like this
(Hurry, hurry, step right up and see the side show in town for only 50 cents) [D-Loc] Wait, wait, cut this shit, man This ain't no muthafuckin side
the potency The parrow be the penetrating agent pierce the insides Why the cold sweats at midnight? Why the dim light? Why are we staring at a true from
drift together specimens from the promise land This for the thinkers This for the erchants allergic to they own stingers This for the absurd verdict linkers This
seekers snatch golden snitches You could be a part of it Just park your bark at 20 paces Hold this target and we'll call this bitch a partnership Man, the city
[Aesop Rock] I start my city with a brick (one brick) Then add another brick (two bricks) Brick by brick, I manufacture homes for fallen angels I ain
stash, just pass to Dre [A.G.:] (All I see is blinkin lights Trackboards and fat mics) [Nas:] (I seen some cold nights and bloody days) [B.I.G.:] (I seen the light
it's pretty old Been rhymin' about it, gotta shout it my city's cold Like the artic, this artist has thought of martyrs To keep me going regardless In light
home, i love a big baked roll, in your face freak with plain clothes, yea fly like a kite no cops in sight, racin' through the city runnin'every red light
A cold and porcelain lonely In an old New York hotel A stranger to a city That she used to know so well Bathing in a bathroom That is bathed in the
