Coldblooded Lyrics - Common Sense

[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]