Cold Getting Dumb ('97 Remix)
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โฑ๏ธ 4:05 duration
๐ ID: 24606973
๐ Lyrics
Take your shit and get out
It's amazing when I'm blazing, sound creating, lyric raging
Beeper paging, call waiting, statements stating, artists paying
Phony faggots fading, rap master still creating
Devastating dialect, only the originals can perfect
All that bullshit they saying, a bunch of ifs and maybes
They must be really crazy, they can't touch or even phase me
Dead all that dumb shit 'bout how you try to run shit
Or some shit, you full of shit, talking all that bullshit
Mic skills incredible, lyrically exceptional
Professional, perceptual chatterbox intellectual
Settle scores with rhyme wars, what
You bringing your ass over here for?
I don't threat, I catch wreck and open up all the doors
It's the madman, the psychopath, the untamed one
So blood running from my eyes, spit dripping, that's how I'm tripping
Mad love for true niggas, players of all ages
When a rapper try to play me, I goes on lyrical rages
Then take it one step deeper, show how real I like to keep it
I go toe-to-toe, go for blow, take your best, don't keep no secret
Get stupid and ignorant, cold, dumb, and belligerent
Go crazy, mad skills, lyrics drop and keep my shit cocked
It's all about the good time, I write rhyme and the contract's signed
Negotiate and associate with the right peeps to make it on the street
I'm a beast with my shit, the original head monster
Lick and spit while I grip black boots ready to stomp ya
Take the best that you got, turn it right to some garbage
While you bow down, you clown, and make you pay homage
To the man who keeps it tight, mic the original Just-Ice
Lyric licking, rhyme spitting, face grinning, ass kicking boy
You got me pissed, I'ma lick off with no pit stop
My flow goes insane, I like your lame ass down like flip-flops
Not hip-hop, you get dropped, motherfucker, damn record
We take this to your block and I'll drop you in a second
I hope you see the potency, I focused when I wrote this
I walks alone, my beats and microphone, I own you clones
Wannabe, not gonna be, you can't keep with me or stick with me
I flip tracks front to back, back to front, saying what I want
We eat lyrics like la-la, to the Rasta man, we say kaya
This is straight up rhyme war, no hooks and no metaphors
Everything I say I do, I do to you and your whole crew
If y'all don't like what's going down, Pace 'Em Over part two
That old New York flow
That's my man throwing down
That old New York flow
Take your shit and get out
That old New York flow
That's my man throwing down
Check it
It's been a long time you heard of, the flow that causes murder
The madness of the melodies and the freestyle abilities
Power hundred thousand watt generator, voice called the eliminator
Step to this, what? You Just-Ice the Terminator
Take your melancholy, monotonous
Styles of rhyming and try to stop this
The killer rhymes, bring it, clap your hand and snap your fingers
No get man, no guess man, no hit man, no yes man
So let the track go, let me finish with my flow
Sure, I'm getting pissed off and I'm kinda ticked off
They paid for the beat, I ain't about to get ripped off, yo
Got a million, here's a little example
You be biting what I'm writing, trying to make that a sample
Bunch of jealous overzealous creatures, most people features
Out and out suckers, bunch of stupid motherfuckers
With the style with the sour taste, the flow with the stench
Microphone in my right hand 'cause I can't leave it one inch
Hey sound boy and beat rapers, come on, try to take this
Stick to your wack tracks, I don't care what your name is, black
I give lyrical beatings while I'm reaching and teach ya
Yo, big up and respect to Redman, I can't forget
To the ones who made it kick, kept it alive and made it stick
Redman and K-Solo in the deep '96
Or '97 or whatever, I'ma keep this thing jumping
No peace, not never, just keep the beat pumping
I can go on and flow on, still take a hiatus
My tongue stay swift when I rip and kick, no matter how you rate this
Possibilities are endless, my ass remains relentless
I got the flavor that you sway on like a rainbow from a crayon
Beat, bruise, and batter, then ask you what's the matter
It's fatter, while I hurt you, just shit y'all on my work
No chopping, no beefing, or stealing, just keeping it reeling
Don't bother trying to holler
I don't care if you get in your feelings
Just-Ice, I rocks on, right now you know I'm gone
This is it, making a beat, yo, I'm out, y'all, peace
Take your shit and get out
That old New York flow
That's my man throwing down
That old New York flow
Take your shit and get out
That old New York flow
That's my man throwing down
Well, that's the bottom line
It's amazing when I'm blazing, sound creating, lyric raging
Beeper paging, call waiting, statements stating, artists paying
Phony faggots fading, rap master still creating
Devastating dialect, only the originals can perfect
All that bullshit they saying, a bunch of ifs and maybes
They must be really crazy, they can't touch or even phase me
Dead all that dumb shit 'bout how you try to run shit
Or some shit, you full of shit, talking all that bullshit
Mic skills incredible, lyrically exceptional
Professional, perceptual chatterbox intellectual
Settle scores with rhyme wars, what
You bringing your ass over here for?
I don't threat, I catch wreck and open up all the doors
It's the madman, the psychopath, the untamed one
So blood running from my eyes, spit dripping, that's how I'm tripping
Mad love for true niggas, players of all ages
When a rapper try to play me, I goes on lyrical rages
Then take it one step deeper, show how real I like to keep it
I go toe-to-toe, go for blow, take your best, don't keep no secret
Get stupid and ignorant, cold, dumb, and belligerent
Go crazy, mad skills, lyrics drop and keep my shit cocked
It's all about the good time, I write rhyme and the contract's signed
Negotiate and associate with the right peeps to make it on the street
I'm a beast with my shit, the original head monster
Lick and spit while I grip black boots ready to stomp ya
Take the best that you got, turn it right to some garbage
While you bow down, you clown, and make you pay homage
To the man who keeps it tight, mic the original Just-Ice
Lyric licking, rhyme spitting, face grinning, ass kicking boy
You got me pissed, I'ma lick off with no pit stop
My flow goes insane, I like your lame ass down like flip-flops
Not hip-hop, you get dropped, motherfucker, damn record
We take this to your block and I'll drop you in a second
I hope you see the potency, I focused when I wrote this
I walks alone, my beats and microphone, I own you clones
Wannabe, not gonna be, you can't keep with me or stick with me
I flip tracks front to back, back to front, saying what I want
We eat lyrics like la-la, to the Rasta man, we say kaya
This is straight up rhyme war, no hooks and no metaphors
Everything I say I do, I do to you and your whole crew
If y'all don't like what's going down, Pace 'Em Over part two
That old New York flow
That's my man throwing down
That old New York flow
Take your shit and get out
That old New York flow
That's my man throwing down
Check it
It's been a long time you heard of, the flow that causes murder
The madness of the melodies and the freestyle abilities
Power hundred thousand watt generator, voice called the eliminator
Step to this, what? You Just-Ice the Terminator
Take your melancholy, monotonous
Styles of rhyming and try to stop this
The killer rhymes, bring it, clap your hand and snap your fingers
No get man, no guess man, no hit man, no yes man
So let the track go, let me finish with my flow
Sure, I'm getting pissed off and I'm kinda ticked off
They paid for the beat, I ain't about to get ripped off, yo
Got a million, here's a little example
You be biting what I'm writing, trying to make that a sample
Bunch of jealous overzealous creatures, most people features
Out and out suckers, bunch of stupid motherfuckers
With the style with the sour taste, the flow with the stench
Microphone in my right hand 'cause I can't leave it one inch
Hey sound boy and beat rapers, come on, try to take this
Stick to your wack tracks, I don't care what your name is, black
I give lyrical beatings while I'm reaching and teach ya
Yo, big up and respect to Redman, I can't forget
To the ones who made it kick, kept it alive and made it stick
Redman and K-Solo in the deep '96
Or '97 or whatever, I'ma keep this thing jumping
No peace, not never, just keep the beat pumping
I can go on and flow on, still take a hiatus
My tongue stay swift when I rip and kick, no matter how you rate this
Possibilities are endless, my ass remains relentless
I got the flavor that you sway on like a rainbow from a crayon
Beat, bruise, and batter, then ask you what's the matter
It's fatter, while I hurt you, just shit y'all on my work
No chopping, no beefing, or stealing, just keeping it reeling
Don't bother trying to holler
I don't care if you get in your feelings
Just-Ice, I rocks on, right now you know I'm gone
This is it, making a beat, yo, I'm out, y'all, peace
Take your shit and get out
That old New York flow
That's my man throwing down
That old New York flow
Take your shit and get out
That old New York flow
That's my man throwing down
Well, that's the bottom line