Lyrics:
The world real cold, real icy
Yo, when you think where your mind be?
The next war over ideology
Throw some prayers up to the Christ, please
We all love gifts
the cash
Rap math
Back to back
Add one
And play that back
Yeah
I keep Green by the Cee-Lo
Nobody work harder than me though
Just smoked me a blunt but I need
An endless run through a forest made of silk
A burning sunrise on a magic desert field
My pace was concrete and on my back were growing wings
I
to your town and I cop it by the pound
This a desert eagle you don't wanna hear the sound
I'm the king need my crown
And I don't fuck with clowns
cloned
Heard they left a few vets cold when da heater was blown
I'ma get a new dress code won't be needing cologne
Da bullet proof vest gold da desert
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
prisoners of war
Then we sort of, uh, exchange P.O.W.'s, right?
And when they get us, clear us of all our charges,
we let the big bosses live a little bit
stone cold
I'm reaching heights though
Bitch I live like a king
My only goal is to win
Hear my name on the streets bringing all of the heat
Cause I'm
African forest, Sahara Desert
What should I do about ice cold dessert
Great blue whale and African lion
Don't make me envy
'Cause they are sides of coin
But
rappers sayin'
Yeah, I'm country, can't run that far
I'm the king of the fuckin' country (yeah)
I'm, I'm the boss of the fuckin' sticks
(yeah)
You a cardio
the heavens and
Yet He's always near
So somebody make it clear
Whom shall I fear?
I get chased through the desert
Of my mind by an old king
Man he talks a lot
trust
Who'll comfort you and live you up
Are you looking for a friend
Who will stand by your side
To the very end?
Someone who is always true
still whipping that coup
Couple birds stuffed in that trunk let's chop them wings and sell em by noon
I done jumped off in that bando
I done popped off
hit a new peak
It’s the King
I hope you stay with me
Please have sum faith in me
Like a chef in the kitchen
I live my life on the line
Make moves in
wants a private show, IC3 mans icey cold. But aside from that this is summer time music, live an dat, drink a maggy hol a vibe an dat, and them man spit
dreams, I can’t count them
I’m living my life like a king on a mountain
Watch the fall
On with the show
I’m always wondering how you could live your life
the Holy Bible say,
Mary's boy child Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas Day.
Hark, now hear the angels sing, a king was born today,
And man will live for
motherfuckers
Fuck with my team, uh!
Aiyyo we the live niggas holding
Heat on the street corners
Sic the beasts on you
Turn mothers to mourners
Money launderers,
the lives of great men who stand by your side
When the night fall on we will ride
For no lost souls will live on forever
Dark night on the valley below
leaders lost their heart?
Lives are lost but at what cost, will the grand dream fall apart?
Killed by his own or by his foes, turned the tide
Three
(Something cold, cold)
(Something cold, cold)
I can't help feeling numb
But I feel love from no one
Put me together, pull me apart
But I have been
Wilson and he quickly became intrigued by the Lizards way of life. He asked if he could stay on and live in the forest; and the Lizards, who had never seen
Yo what up
This is Tatso De Taste
Reporting live from 1948
I ain't capping on God
I ain't capping on God
I ain't capping on God
On a cold dark night
need to be told twice
Man I'm nice, coming with that cold flow - ice
I don't know why everybody dissed Rodney King
When he said that why can't we all get
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