[Common]. Cold-blooded cold-blooded hard-core. Rough and rugged rugged and raw. For you and your-your for you and your. You got the C to the huh - cold-blooded. Ain't it - huh c'mon - hard-core. We take it hiiiiiiiiiiiiigh-er. Yo yo. My little daughter started nursery school. Brother Com gotta make our move through. the stylist(?) and violence with vibrance. The sign of times with rhyme shit is timeless. The mind is a terrible thing to spill. Rap life's like a dream that seems for real. A nigga wake up superstar with no acres. after travellin the world to see paper's just paper. Streets take ya back and forth like a shaker. I'm a slave to the rhythm's breakin off. I get the job done - but some days I wanna take off. D be like "We ain't got no time for that!". ?uestlove said "We ain't got no time for that!". My old bird like "We ain't got no time for that!". So I rhyme when my back hurts. Play the numbers from my grandmother like Kraftwerk. I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin. we're in to win with Hen's and Heineken's. Beast for each and greet the meek with speech. to seek and peak cause Pete shit gets deep. I fuh-fuh-freak styles that come out. at night when most cats pull the gun out. Go on and on and to the break of when the. sound run out run out r-run out. C uhh yeah. Cold-blooded (c'mon) cold-blooded hard-core. (hit em with the) Rough and rugged (c'mon) rugged and raw. (hey) for you and yours for you and yours. You got the C uhh - cold-blooded (yeah). cold-blooded (c'mon) hard-core. (ain't it funky) Rough and rugged rugged and raw. for you and yours for you and yours. (Yo yo I-I think I wanna taste these horns. I want you to taste these horns c'mon now). C the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core. (ain't it) Rough and rugged (uh) rugged and raw. (yeah baby that's what I'm talkin about. c'mon give em give us a little more). for you and yours for you and yours. C to the cold-blooded (na na-nasty) cold-blooded hard-core. (c'mon) Rough and rugged rugged and raw. (Yo aight let let me get a little taste of this here). for you and yours for you and yours... [Common]. The simps please uhh uhh uhh uhh. These studs mention me uhh uhh uhh uhh. As a intense MC sent to be the reign. on the industry I came. With penitentiary talk Coke and a Hennesey walk. My imagery talks metaphors and similes stalk. Time for war my artillery caulks the hardest nigga. I'm killin 'em soft. Dealin with golf gettin blowed on the course. I be dissin magazines but then buy The Source. Can't explain why the force is with me. Known to bring a rapper down - like Bobby did Whitney. Sophisticated sissies strut like this is Beat Street in backpacks. Braggin how they don't eat meat and abstract. I backsmack em with they skateboard flee the crime scene. with a rhyme scheme to escape frauds. Make broads become queens run things like a rasta sprinter. The way you want the game I rub off like Henner. I remain like a tattoo with natural raps. Copy like a fax that's y'all actual facts. Battle raps is where it began I'ma end it wherever I land. I done thought of a master plan it goes. C to the cold-blooded (yeah c'mon). cold-blooded (ya know) hard-core. (ain't it) Rough and rugged (c'mon) rugged and raw. for you and yours for you and yours. You got the C to the cold-blooded. cold-blooded hard-core. Rough and rugged rugged and raw. for you and yours for you and yours. You got the C to the cold-blooded (yeah hey). cold-blooded (na-nasty yo yo) hard-core. Rough and rugged rugged and raw. (ain't it ain't it) for you and yours for you and yours. You got the C to the cold-blooded. cold-blooded (c'mon) hard-core. Rough and rugged rugged and raw. for you and yours for you and yours... [Common ad-libs then some vocal samples til end].