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Cold Day Lyrics - Artist : K.A.A.N.
Man it'll be a cold day in hell 'fore I lose my shit
I got that noose vice grip, you'se as loose as a bitch You need your tubes tied kid, stop producing that shit You get your wig split quick down the middle you dig? Asymmetrical like geometric squares Incompatible, there's nowhere to compare Me to you, it's not possible Logical, niggas pulling out they hair follicles Comical, shit to each his own, do what you gotta do A lot of you, do the dumb shit that you've been allotted to But that's what I'm alluding to, I hope I'm not confusing you Niggas talk and all I hear is la-la-la, le-la-la-la, le-la-la-la That shit ain't audible I'm Randall Cunningham to these duttymans, I scramble out Niggas ship sank 'cause they rode the wave but ain't plan the route Overstep on steady stepping stones, it's how I'm standing out Throwing temper tantrums like Bobby Knight via '89 Rigged the whole series like Rothstein, with a large dream Best believe I come to collect for the C.R.E.A.M Man it'll be a cold day in hell 'fore I lose my shit I got that noose vice grip, you'se as loose as a bitch You need your tubes tied kid, stop producing that shit You get your wig split quick down the middle you dig? Asymmetrical like geometric squares Incompatible, there's nowhere to compare Me to you, it's not possible You slowing me up, that's not plausible Illusions what they are, I'm astronomical A paradigm you stuck inside, your shit is paradoxical I can take 'em out and then move it I can take your regular scene and turn that to a movie Howard Hughes it, use it, fuse it, and make it larger than life Then that's the bells and whistles with all the aesthetics they like There really isn't nothing to it, my shit is contrite I got a vision plus the intuition Star of the show, I'm Michael Jordan to your Scottie Pippen These niggas couldn't start the engine or transmission Your wires crossed, signal's off, what you transmitting? Man it'll be a cold day in hell 'fore I lose my shit I got that noose vice grip, you'se as loose as a bitch You need your tubes tied kid, stop producing that shit You get your wig split quick down the middle you dig? Asymmetrical like geometric squares Incompatible, there's nowhere to compare Me to you, it's not possible |
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