[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]