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said I can't be this cold
I bust ya shit like flipmode
Niggas don't live by no code
Flip through some benjis and hoes
Work is what temps me the most
I'm

Only you could think
I would ever buy in to your lies
Peace and equality to all
Black lives matter

think they're prizes but these bitches crackerjacks
Money flip like acrobats
Cold case dressed in black
Ouroboros on my chest but it ain't this and that

City, yes my flow is the Bane for these Jokers
I live in the booth, I don’t go home, fam I snap without photos
Said you’re cold but I’m freezing, take my

the battle....
No more drama in the air, it's a dream-come-true. 
.
AZ a rider Ballin all-day 
No more black of the family 
my life- my style my songs been getting

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Yes Sir, I Will

normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what

a savage does to damage thugs that act with guts
As if they're tough but lack the nuts to back it up
Hack him up then pack his guts back in some black zip

selection
Life ain't about you
It's about God's attraction

Heading to the gym
Going by yourself
If you don't post
Feel like it don't count
What a stupid

the lunch was ring
Fog in my brain
Cold sweat it taps down my back
Pack in my pack sack before anything, seemed different
Indifferent to the detriment, like

Can't label this with five mics
Not in a heist, so fuck with the source
Right i live the life, I'm cold as ice
Behold the birth of Christ, I be Streetlife

I need my space I'm feeling enclosed
My phenotype intergalactic
You can see it on me… you can bet it on me
I'm never in a pending status
I used

live in,
Arizona Wild and I ain't kidding,
And when the money comes they start to act different
I'm rolling up my weed ain't commitin crimes,
It's Mother

how a nigga live
Shit is sick, raised in the flossy where niggas split your wig
Fuck a friend, my brothers won't cross me word to my nigga Liggs
Con

fresh out of options
Born in the morgue
I'm a cyborg
What you'd die for
Purpose in this life is to just live more
But the less that I care
Every time I

mimosas I'm roasted, toasting on sands making plans by the ocean, focused Yeah
Zos cold you know this
I overload on dro to hon in my poems
Broke out

To these crawling, my fingers cold, still relate
By the force, that draws the cogs in my clock work
The lights my way through the fog in the hot dirt
In

Name's Toumi
Fire breathing hell raising heathen
The demon butcher's cut from the
Belly of the behemoth
It's all cold and fly until we're
In

beat, I make it mine if I wish
I know you haters heated by my recent success
Just breathe and accept
They'll never be a reason to stress you anymore

always by my side, so I can peep the love scars
What you want from me is in my cold black heart
You can take it all and leave, but you will not get far

Awake Like an Owl

Andre Nickatina

Khanthology, Vol. 2: Cocaine Raps 1992-2008

2009

I'm a raider
Camouflaged in silver and the black
Tryin' to blitz through the line for a quarter back sack
Of the money
I dress like it's cold, not

Figaro Chain

Havoc

Heist of the Century

1998

pinky ring medallion, it's a form gold penny 

I'm drug, put my foot in my victims in cold blood 

Life is cheap for you thugs when you give the dirt

you if you brown
Shoot you in cold blooded murder if you black
But tell you join the Army, here's a gun
Invade Iraq
Get em the oil, get maimed by a bomb

rappers that claim to breathe ether
Heart froze
King Cold as if you conceived Frieza
Red and blue strobes
They unload to freeze us
Do Black Lives Matter

nothing new
Risked it all
All that I knew
Look what it ALL
Did to you
Look at his toes he got
No shoes
He went from soul running
In shoes
To being cold