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Cold Day

 

Cold Day

(앨범: Gathering - 2019)


Man it'll be a cold day in hell 'fore I lose my shit
I got that noose vice grip, you'se as loose as a bitch
You need your tubes tied kid, stop producing that shit
You get your wig split quick down the middle you dig?
Asymmetrical like geometric squares
Incompatible, there's nowhere to compare
Me to you, it's not possible

Logical, niggas pulling out they hair follicles
Comical, shit to each his own, do what you gotta do
A lot of you, do the dumb shit that you've been allotted to
But that's what I'm alluding to, I hope I'm not confusing you
Niggas talk and all I hear is la-la-la, le-la-la-la, le-la-la-la
That shit ain't audible
I'm Randall Cunningham to these duttymans, I scramble out
Niggas ship sank 'cause they rode the wave but ain't plan the route
Overstep on steady stepping stones, it's how I'm standing out
Throwing temper tantrums like Bobby Knight via '89
Rigged the whole series like Rothstein, with a large dream
Best believe I come to collect for the C.R.E.A.M

Man it'll be a cold day in hell 'fore I lose my shit
I got that noose vice grip, you'se as loose as a bitch
You need your tubes tied kid, stop producing that shit
You get your wig split quick down the middle you dig?
Asymmetrical like geometric squares
Incompatible, there's nowhere to compare
Me to you, it's not possible

You slowing me up, that's not plausible
Illusions what they are, I'm astronomical
A paradigm you stuck inside, your shit is paradoxical
I can take 'em out and then move it
I can take your regular scene and turn that to a movie
Howard Hughes it, use it, fuse it, and make it larger than life
Then that's the bells and whistles with all the aesthetics they like
There really isn't nothing to it, my shit is contrite
I got a vision plus the intuition
Star of the show, I'm Michael Jordan to your Scottie Pippen
These niggas couldn't start the engine or transmission
Your wires crossed, signal's off, what you transmitting?

Man it'll be a cold day in hell 'fore I lose my shit
I got that noose vice grip, you'se as loose as a bitch
You need your tubes tied kid, stop producing that shit
You get your wig split quick down the middle you dig?
Asymmetrical like geometric squares
Incompatible, there's nowhere to compare
Me to you, it's not possible

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