Black Panther Lyrics - So Cold lyrics

So Cold lyrics (Lyrics)

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Album:Black Panther Lyrics
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Im sitting here, all alone...
Wonderin why, why you did me so cold

[Verse 1: Celph Titled]
We stay spittin in your ear
Come out the bushes firin, make you surprise hit of the year
And just off GP, my niggaz be blazin easily
Shoot entire fam when we shoot, show you some decency
Avidly raw, rhyme with a mechanical jaw; and we wont fight you
Hit you with the MA-282 .50 Caliber sniper rifle
Go head and try to hide them secrets, what you gon do?
When your casket drops, theyll have plenty of dirt to dig up on you
After that sex change, I guess you not the man now
Cut off your arms, you the best MC, hands down
We manipulate, young impressionable minds with extremely exceptional rhymes
Celph Titleds the one you idolize
Sellin cassette tapes with Don Lapre
Marketing my methods on exactly how the god will speak
With deadly words thatll rearrange your clique
Im in the bathroom with a Tommy gun, droppin gangsta shit

[Choru s:]
How could you...have been so cold? [x2]

[Verse 2: Oktober]
Its like the darkest night meets the coldest winter
Ink froze when I wrote the scripture, sippin on the old elixir
I use ice water color, composin pictures depictin
Me as the kingpin of game pimpin
Hoppin out the back of black Continental Lincolns
Visitin the next mans women and call em chickens
Listen up, delinquents: I told yall
Number two below the zero EP, frostbitten
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Im so cold, but I wasnt born to be
I see spirits in my weed smoke, hauntin me
Fools got nothin on me, the ?? wont cry
Im so cold, the blood freeze when I make the song bleed
I give two fucks about yall blue butts
Hoodied up like I be reppin minority Ku Klux
If you gamble with your own life, roll dice and I might
Put your mind, body and soul on ice, cause Im so cold

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Celph Titled]
Lemme put these fuckin words in yo ur head, real simple and plain
My gunll make you levitate; in the streets, Im David Blaine
Deranged and insane, put you in a burgundy tomb
I got you callin 9-1-1 in the emergency room
Military action, send in the regime
At my shows, we sell ammo in vending machines
The Bruce Willis of rap; I got Die Hard fans
And right with knife-sharp hands, slicin your fam

[Verse 4: Oktober]
Yo, I make muthafuckers freeze in they place like sculptures of ice do
Im in my thirty-two degree fahrenheit mood
Oktober and Celph Titled; we hold the belt title
But for death, we still fight you ill rivals
Tongue still reps the sword, simply slice you
From words exchanged back into days, Im spiteful
To let trespassers in the game is taboo
Cover your scar with a Black Panther tattoo (Thats cool)

[Chorus]

How could you...have been so cold?