Genius - Cold War Lyrics
Intro: (first three lines lp only)I had a bad dreamDont be afraid, bad dreams are only dreamsWhat a time you chose to be born in...Babies crying brothers dying and brothers getting knockedShit is deep on the block and you got me locked downIn this cold, cold world...Verse one: the gzaIt was the night before new years, and all through the *****in projectsNot a handgun was silent, not even a tecOutside as Im stuck, by enemies who put fearAnd blasted on the spot before the pigs were dereYou know hoods robbers snipers new in sight ***** blue and whiteThey escape before them flash the *****in lightsGunshots, shatter first floor window panesShells hit the ground and blood stained the dice gameWhether broke callisthetic, any style you set itBeat niggaz toothless, physically cut up like goosesBut with iron on the sides thugs took no excusesTherefore, your fifty-two handblocks was uselessLinks was snatched off necks, scars on throatsJackets took, after bullet rips through coatsAgainst those who felt the cold from the steel made em foldAnd squeal, once the metal hit the temple of his grillDestruction worker, who was caught for his bomberNo time to swing the hammer that was hangin from his farmersAnd its bugged how some niggaz catch slugsAnd pockets dug from everything except check stubsAnd it does, sound ill like wars in brownsvilleOr fatal robberies in red hook where feds lookFor fugitives to shoot cops, niggaz layin on roof topsFor his cream he stashed in a shoeboxBut he was hot, and the strip was filled with young killersYou dont suspect, so cops creep like caterpillarsAnd born thieves stay hooded with extra bulletsThose who try to flee they hit the vertebrae, increase the murder rateSimilar to hit men who pull out tecs and thenDrop those who act like thai flows from mexicanRabbit, like recipients cashin checks againBack to the mother*****in spot on lexingtonChorus:Babies crying brothers dying and brothers getting knockedShit is deep on the block and you got me locked downIn this cold, cold world...We be runnin from the cops, bustin off shotsShit is deep on the block and you got me locked downIn this cold, cold world...Verse two: inspectah deckYoNo time to freeze, undercovers ease up in grand prixsAnd seize packages and pocket the currencyClicks control strips full clips are sprayedYellow tape barricades sidewalks where bodies layMadness strikes at twelve oclock midnightStick up kids on the ground broke the staircase lightAnd I stays harassed, scramblin for petty cashJakes on my ass young bucks is learnin fast357s and 44sBought inside corner stores, their fire sparks the warsHospital floors surrounded by the lawHomicide questioning while the jakes guard the doorMy hood stay tense, loyalty puts strength in my teamCause niggaz main concern is creamSome niggaz in the jet black gallantShot up the chinese resteraunt, for this kid named lamontI thought he was dead but instead he missed a kidAnd hit a twelve year old girl in the head and then fledTactical narcotic, task force, back off fastCause the crime boss is passin off cashExtortions, for portions of streets, causes beefHavin followers of indians trying to play chiefYou witness the saga, casualties and dramaLife is a script, Im not a actor but the authorOf a modern day opera, where the main characterIs presidential paper, the dominant, factorChorus
