Cold World lyrics

Artist  : Genius-gza 
Song : Cold World



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 f/ Inspectah Deck, Life



Intro: (first three lines LP only)



I had a bad dream

  Don't be afraid, bad dreams are only dreams

  What a time you chose to be born in...



[Life]

Babies crying brothers dying and brothers getting
knocked

Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked
down

in this cold, cold world...



[GZA]

It was the night before New Year's, and all
through the fuckin projects

Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec

Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear

and blasted on the spot before the pigs were
dere

You know hoods robbers snipers new in sight, fuck
blue and white

They escape before them flash the fuckin
lights

Gunshots, shatter first floor window panes

Shells hit the ground and blood stained the dice
game

Whether broke callisthetic, any style you set
it

Beat niggaz toothless, physically cut up like
gooses

But with iron on the sides thugs took no
excuses

Therefore, your fifty-two handblocks was
useless

Links was snatched off necks, scars on
throats

Jackets took, after bullet rips through coats

Against those who felt the cold from the steel
made em fold

and squeal, once the metal hit the temple of his
grill

Destruction worker, who was caught for his
bomber

No time to swing the hammer that was hangin from
his Farmer's

And it's bugged how some niggaz catch slugs

and pockets dug from everything except check
stubs

and it does, sound ill like wars in
Brownsville

Or fatal robberies in Red Hook where feds
look

For fugitives to shoot cops, niggaz layin on roof
tops

for his CREAM he stashed in a shoebox

But he was hot, and the strip was filled with
young killers

you don't suspect, so cops creep like
caterpillars

And born thieves stay hooded with extra
bullets

those who try to flee they hit the vertebrae,
increase the murder rate

Similar to hit men who pull out Tecs and then

drop those who crack like tacos from Mexican

Rapid, like recipients cashin checks again

Back to the motherfuckin spot on Lexington



[Chorus: Life]

Babies crying brothers dying and brothers getting
knocked

Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked
down

in this cold, cold world...



We be runnin from the cops, bustin off shots

Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked
down

in this cold, cold world...



[Inspectah Deck]

Yo - no time to freeze, undercovers ease up in
Grand Prixs

and seize packages and pocket the currency

Clicks control strips full clips are sprayed

Yellow tape barricades sidewalks where bodies
lay

Madness strikes at twelve o'clock midnight

Stick up kids on the ground broke the staircase
light

And I stays harassed, scramblin for petty
cash

Jakes on my ass young bucks is learnin fast

357's and 44's

Bought inside corner stores, their fire sparks
the wars

Hospital floors surrounded by the law

Homicide questioning while the Jakes guard the
door

My hood stay tense, loyalty puts strength in my
team

Cause niggaz main concern is CREAM

Some niggaz in the jet black Gallant

Shot up the Chinese resteraunt, for this kid
named Lamont

I thought he was dead but instead he missed a
kid

and hit a twelve year old girl in the head and
then fled

Tactical narcotic, task force, back off fast

Cause the crime boss is passin off cash

Extortions, for portions of streets, causes
beef

Havin followers of Indians trying to play
Chief

You witness the saga, casualties and drama

Life is a script, I'm not a actor but the
author

of a modern day opera, where the main
character

is presidential paper, the dominant, factor



[Chorus]