Search results for 'Cold Proof Load Test'

Super clear why I'm here
Show my pain speak the truth
For the people with no booth
Load my pen then it loose
My own lane lane living proof
Your

terms I’m just that cold, so
Step back my flows are Exlax
Like my dough exact and my rovers jet black
I like vanilla seats with loads of extract
Like

Finna send it signed, sealed, delivered this time
Next I'ma check one, find it in the wisdom
External quest for inner peace tests me
The cold internal

Bring the Pain

Method Man

The Great White Hype

1996

son, is it really real, son?
Let me know it's real, son, if it's really real
Something I could feel, son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal,

Bring the Pain

RZA

Def Jam Music Group Tenth Year Anniversary Box Set

1995

son, is it really real, son?
Let me know it's real, son, if it's really real
Something I could feel, son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal,

the drive And I got a load
This fuckin' shawty
She on my mind and I gotta fold
Gotta get back to it
Cause I'm on my grind
I can't do what I'm told
Cryin's sum

Bring the Pain

Mindless Self Indulgence

Tight

1999

mine I'm Swayze 

Is it real son, lemme know it's real son 
If its really real son, lemme know it's real 
Load it up and kill one 
Load it up

Go blind tryna watch me
With a bad ting eating takis
Freeze frame This ain't a game
Load sumn don't test the aim 
She hitting splits That's what I call

Bring the Pain

Mindless Self Indulgence

Take a Bite Outta Rhyme

2000

mine I'm Swayze 

Is it real son, lemme know it's real son 
If its really real son, lemme know it's real 
Load it up and kill one 
Load it up

I beat my heart
I fill my chest
With priceless art
My beats the best
No need to rest
I pull their cards
See I just aced 
Thats every test

My name is

(You're as cold as ice)
I still got that real world charm, nigga
Be alarmed
Body armor on, warmer in my palm (NYC)
Where you get the storm before the calm

Grab The Mic [Version]

Mindless Self Indulgence

Tighter

2011

swayze
Is it real, son? Lemme know it's real, son
If it's really real, son, lemme know it's real

Load it up and kill one
Load it up and kill one

the proof outta pocket

Excel at what we do yea
They jealous we won't lose
Want Margielas for my shoes now
Thank God like Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Look at how I

you really chose
They left your mans all in the cold, the definition is as snow
After that, here come another, wish they'd clap that other fucker
Them

Emory Jaymz
Yeah
Look ain't no lame in me
I been cold since birth, like I was made to freeze
Hotter than the devils spit, flyer than an uh angel wing

mind
(I've got a concrete heart)
It's like a bullet proof vest
(Break it down if you think you're so smart)
And I'll put it to the test
(I've got

I'm tryna send a load to your address (address)
I'm cuttin' it, makin' it stretch (it stretch)
I get in the kitchen, I'm makin' a mess (yeah, yeah)

up, run it up, run it up
Hunt em down, take em down, shut em up
I'm the balloon that is blowing up
I got lucky charms in the morning huh?
Pass that test

he's in a snow-globe (shake it up, shake it up, shake it up)
Albo sending white, he got a boat-load

Beg somebody try test me
Buss yute, come through

fairy dust
Then frowning hard on whack chorus
Proof was on the scene before Nat Morris
Cold as a black forest in these starving streets
A garbage heap

In a Cold Ass Fashion

Beck

Jabberjaw Compilation: Good to the Last Drop

1994

a cold ass fashion
And the mayonnaise comes
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
Black twinkie

Gettin' all caught up in a taste test
An' it all

make it ain't no celebratin
I'm too hungry clock is tickin pressin through the pavement
Cold and lonely on this path, scared I may not make it
Chose my

by but I lose

I try to get high and I do

Yea why would I buy into you

Yea why would I lie on the truth

Yea I don’t need time I need proof

Yea I

off the loads
Watch how you move around me I got it tucked one me
I usually keep the peace but niggas tryna test always
No we can't kick it like FILA,