Common - Coldblooded lyrics

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 cold-blooded, hard-core
Rough and rugged rugged and raw
Or you and yours, for you and yours
You got the C, uhh - cold-blooded
Cold-blooded hard-core
Rough and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and yours
C, the cold-blooded cold-blooded hard-core
Rough and ruggedrugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and yours
C to the, cold-blooded cold-blooded
Hard-core rough and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and yours

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 henna
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'mma end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a master plan, it goes

Cold-blooded cold-blooded, hard-core
Rough and rugged rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and yours
You got the C, uhh - cold-blooded
Cold-blooded hard-core
Rough and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and yours
C, the cold-blooded cold-blooded hard-core
Rough and rugged rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and yours
C to the, cold-blooded cold-blooded
Hard-core rough and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and yours