Cold One
The only thing constant is change
Still out in this motherfucker
Seem like a nigga ain't never gonna
Get the fuck up outta here
Niggas just don't understand the story
"Did a lot of different things in his "
Hold the cold one like he hold a old gun
Like he hold the microphone and
Stole the show for fun
Or a foe for ransom, flows is handsome
O's in tandem anthem, random, tantrum
Phantom of the Grand Ole Opry
Ask the dumb hottie
Masked pump shotty, somebody stop me
Hardly come sloppy on a retarded hard copy
After rockin' parties he departed in a jalopy
Watch the droptop papi
Known as the grimy limey, slimy - try me
Blimey
Simply smashing in a fashion that's timely
Madvillain dashing in a
Beat-rhyme crime spree
We rock the house like rock 'n roll
Got more soul than a sock with a hole
Set the stage with a goal
To have the game locked in a
Cage getting shocked with a pole
Overthrow 'em like throwing rover a biscuit
A lot of bitches think
He's overly chauvinistic
Let go his dick if that's the case
Rats, what a waste there's more cats to chase
Dogs, he got it like new powers woke up
Wrote and spit the shit in a few hours
Sheesh! Been unleashed since the glee club
Had your fam saying, "Please make me a dub"
Since you ask kindly
Where he been behind the mask
Who can't find me? You're blind
In the wine zone leave ya mind blown
When he shine with the 9
He's a rhinestone cowboy
Goony goo goo loony cuckoo like Gary
Gnu off New Zoo Revue
But who knew the mask had a loose screw?
Hell, could hardly tell
Had to tighten it up like
The Drells and Archie Bell
It speaks well of the hyper base
Wasn't even tweaked and it
Leaked into cyberspace
Couldn't wait for the snipes to place
At least a track list in bold print typeface
Stopped for a year
We're hip hop sharecroppers
Used to wear flip flops
Now rare gear coppers
He's in this for the quiche
You might as well not ask
Him for no free shit, capiche?
Oh, my aching hands
From raking in grands and
Breaking in mic stands
Villain his smile stun ya chick
While he put himself in your
Shoes run ya kicks
You heard it on the radio, tape it
Play it in your stereo
Your crew'll go apeshit
Raw lyrics he smells 'em like a hunch
The same intuition that tells
Him "spike the punch"
Curses, we's truly the worsest
With enough rhymes to spread
Throughout the boundless universes
Let the beat blast
She told him wear the mask
He said you bet your sweet ass
It's made of fine chrome alloy
Find him on the grind
He's the rhinestone cowboy
Oh, no no enough