Celph Titled - So Cold lyrics

"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 n***az we 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 s** 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' ca**ette 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 sh** [Chorus] "How could you...have been so cold?" (2X) [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 song won't cry I'm so cold, the blood freeze when I make the song bleed I give two f**s about y'all blue bu*ts 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 f**in' 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 write with knife-sharp hands, slicin' your fam' [Verse 4: Oktober] Yo, I make muthaf**ers 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 d**h, 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 trespa**ers in the game is taboo Cover your scar with a Black Panther tattoo (That's cool) [Chorus] "How could you...have been so cold?"