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Cold Open
by Phokis
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Good morning, go head and skip, if ya looking for
That no content, mumble shit that they putting forth
Thats no disrespect but that’s not my kinda swag
I got a illmatic blueprint up in my bag
You don’t have to give up, cuz life getting bad
You really gotta get up, get right to the bag
Help a million people when they down feeling sad
But not one pulls up when you are in trap
It’s crazy, I’m the show born in the 80s
Honest and humble, thats the way my mom made me
I say it to ya face, never have a been shady
A fake me, wouldn’t exist, if you paid me
Lately, i shouldn’t commit, to being lazy
Bend maybe, but i promise they won’t break me
These bars got my vocal cords open like they traqued me
This is a track for sleep fans screamin out wake me
Here’s ya cup of coffee, good morning to ya bruh
I know this autotune shit is borin to ya bruh
I know reality raps are foreign to ya bruh
So this a fade away Kobe scorin to ya bruh
Cadence of El Shabazz, vocals of doctor king
I speak for good livin, not just for pockets dreams
And i don’t just watch the town, naw i don’t watch a thing
But i feel them all waiting for a proper king
And i can’t take the job, see i didn’t apply
Don’t tell me i should park it, it’s clearly put in drive
I have to stand, my hand, forced a massive trance
To make um build up the city word to clash of clans
Bars... this is a different type of music brewing
I’m cool with standing still, better than useless movin
You gotta build ya name, so you can live forever
In different eras, to lift up rap and get us better, forever
Good morning, go head and skip, if ya looking for
That no content, mumble shit that they putting forth
Thats no disrespect but that’s not my kinda swag
I got a illmatic blueprint up in my bag
You don’t have to give up, cuz life getting bad
You really gotta get up, get right to the bag
Help a million people when they down feeling sad
But not one pulls up when you are in trap
It’s crazy, I’m the show born in the 80s
Honest and humble, thats the way my mom made me
I say it to ya face, never have a been shady
A fake me, wouldn’t exist, if you paid me
Lately, i shouldn’t commit, to being lazy
Bend maybe, but i promise they won’t break me
These bars got my vocal cords open like they traqued me
This is a track for sleep fans screamin out wake me
Here’s ya cup of coffee, good morning to ya bruh
I know this autotune shit is borin to ya bruh
I know reality raps are foreign to ya bruh
So this a fade away Kobe scorin to ya bruh
Cadence of El Shabazz, vocals of doctor king
I speak for good livin, not just for pockets dreams
And i don’t just watch the town, naw i don’t watch a thing
But i feel them all waiting for a proper king
And i can’t take the job, see i didn’t apply
Don’t tell me i should park it, it’s clearly put in drive
I have to stand, my hand, forced a massive trance
To make um build up the city word to clash of clans
Bars... this is a different type of music brewing
I’m cool with standing still, better than useless movin
You gotta build ya name, so you can live forever
In different eras, to lift up rap and get us better, forever
