Cold Summer (feat. Rook Da Ruckus, Willy Snypa & SickFlo)
Dope D.O.D. & Chubeats
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I said it, I done it and I done did it again I meant that I want it, now you can fill in the blanks It's better to bother when you ain't getting the facts straight We can go, oi mate, to shanked face, fast pace I'm the Nile crocodile in the grass blades Rip 'em up blood pours down the cascade I castrate motherfuckers The cuts on bodies, I touch puss with the color of mustard There's really nothing you can call my bluff on That dope we keep 'em stuck on, hum as we summon The sun, son, some wanna see heads drop Skeletons stuck in the bedrock Every verse I write is a best of Ain't a group track I was left off I'm gonna land on Mars on my next vlog With the goat's, the hogs and no other Sipping Don Papa, It's a cold summer We celebration, gonna get big in this business Yall niggaz hatin' gonna get striped of my shit list I aint playin and Skits takin' no shit bitch We quick quick with the fist fist, get yo' lip split So keep yo' distance My niggaz killin' like they Christian Dope D.O.D. is a religion We fight against the system, this life is life risking The mic is my prison, but i gots the right vision Cause I see through them fake niggaz I can't, I can't breathe with all them fake niggaz Best believe imma bleed all them fake niggaz I want beef like Meek vs Drake nigga But way worse with AK's lets spray niggaz Date rape your babe and make insane pictures See I'm insane in the brain, I got no shame twisted Y'all niggaz gone listen when the pain kicks in, Reaper out Straight outta killer Queens Take ya head off like guillotines Submachines blow yo' ass to smithereens I kill a dream, kill a fiend, kill a theme When I walk the streets light up like Billie Jean I'm a OG boy you still a teen Type to get locked, start spilling beans, drugged up and spilling lean Nowadays, Rap beef is silly means Niggaz don't want no beef like Sizzlean So what it really mean Hangin' on the stoop with niggaz No money iz you stupid nigga My niggaz like to ball, we ain't hooping nigga My niggaz ***! style like they shoot at niggaz Black cat some say I'm superstitious ****! fucking with these stupid bitches It's the grim niggaz taking stupid pictures While I'm in the coupe with switches, chasing stupid riches Ay yo the clicks on the rise, it's time to get Live Goldminer click, Dope D.O.D., Mad Faces, Onyx Ay yo, ay yo am I next I been spitting gritty raps since the days of NYNEX Direct Dialect, High tech with the Pyrex Da Alchemist, triceps biceps filled wit content Represent, It's ya boy Rook Ruckus I'm a bit Rambunctious, the soul of trucka cut ya Chill man don't start no shit they'll be no dust up Whole click full of misfits, dismiss da bustas Trust us, gold rush until da gold dust 10 Toes down I'm bound, I've been anointed, hoisted Skitz put da minerz on da roster Da monstas and rastas, working on they chakras, chakra By any means we deemed necessary Jumped out da truck and dumped Now we legendary Left a string in his grave, cause he's a dead ringer Easy to invoke my anger, I'm a bee stinger Six shot in the holster, It's the gunslinger Whale spearer from Lamelera, spiritual mental killer Rob niggas to get my seeds dinner My pockets stay fat by making yours thinner How you say go to hell, to a known sinner I'm 5 feet 8 don't know a bigger nigga Be playing my roll, I'm like a chrome spinner Smack your man, cause he's a bitch nigga Willy Snypa a calm thinker, Nondrinker Trigger finger bend, your eye missing, new blinker 45 blew your high, yo that's a new speaker Bluetooth on my gun, yo that's a new feature And he knows that the obstacles unstoppable impossible thought he had beef until I whopped him Ayo yo yah rappers on my menu Eat 'em up yum yum The marathon continues, a paragon You know what the pen do Spilling all in your venue Killin' all I will end you bend you You dun know what I've been through The worse of curses birthed these verses At first was thirsting in search of purpose Found It and I'm surrounded And I'm sounding like a rich boy Four pound to your crown In ya town you a snitch boy I was ready for the pitch Knocked it out the park Bases loaded I thank the team for these easy walk My speakers Bose I leak these flows I frequently ether foes not secretly they seeking the leader I'm peeking my meters eagerly, feeding the people Believe there is no equal, none sicker not even evil has a sequel Get over here scorpion flows Then I switch to subzero leaving your hero's froze Cold Summer
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Written by: Frank Boersma, Fred Scruggs, Jannes Lelieveld, Jesus Rosaria, Ricardo Valentine, Robert Days
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