BLACK PANTHER - So Cold lyrics

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(feat. Celph Titled, Oktober)

"I'm 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 won't 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, they'll 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 Titled's the one you idolize

Sellin' cassette tapes with Don Lapre

Marketing my methods on exactly how the god will speak

With deadly words that'll rearrange your clique

I'm in the bathroom with a Tommy gun, droppin' gangsta shit

[Chorus:]

"How could you...have been so cold?" [x2]

[Verse 2: Oktober]

It's 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 man's women and call 'em chickens

Listen up, delinquents: I told y'all

Number two below the zero EP, frostbitten

I'm so cold, but I wasn't born to be

I see spirits in my weed smoke, hauntin' me

Fools got nothin' on me, the ?? won't cry

I'm so cold, the blood freeze when I make the song bleed

I give two fucks about y'all 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 I'm so cold

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Celph Titled]

Lemme put these fuckin' words in your head, real simple and plain

My gun'll make you levitate; in the streets, I'm 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

I'm 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, I'm spiteful

To let trespassers in the game is taboo

Cover your scar with a Black Panther tattoo (That's cool)

[Chorus]

"How could you...have been so cold?"