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Tougher Colder Killer
EL-P feat. Killer Mike & Despot
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To the mother of my enemy, I just killed your son
He died with his face to the sky and it cannot be undone
He didn't die hard, in the end he just grinned and bowed
Made him dig his own grave at the point of a gun
While he laughed to the gods out loud
And it made me want to jump... out a window
And it made me want to scream
Tear my face off run through the streets
Pandemonium me, fucked by decree
Came a long way from young and alive when I was not blind...
Now I can not see
Grace in reverse at best it gets worse and I wanted you to know:
Since then I don't sleep
And the uniform, tags, side arm and ID that I wore
When I did it got send C.O.D
To the HQ, note reading "this is not me
And I hate you for making me make a man bleed"
And before the man passed and his last gasp fleed
(And this is why I'm writing you now) his eyes gleamed
And he pointed to the part of his chest that still beats
Looked dead in my grill and then said this to me:
There is a tougher colder killer
A tougher colder killer than
A tougher colder killer than you
And he will wipe us all from this place
You will learn to crawl
You will learn it all in just one day
Just one day
I'll slap a motherfucker so hard his mama probably said baby you okay
I just got an extreme pain on the side of my face, you understand me?
Your dad should be ashamed of raising you suckers man, real shit man
Your dad should've left home like millions of other dads did
By staying at home, man, he only made you a tougher, colder pussy
I'm the fucking Catalina wine mixer blitzer
Wolf in a shearling wording shit twisted
It's a lovely day to go Blitzkrieg, isn't it?
Listen if suicide pacts are your bag try dissin him
The blocked number, no star 69
Call, breathe heavy at your little sis, rock system
Come with the loud talk, limp back whispering
That motherfucker's no victim
The return of the other
Insane psycho, sick, savage
Raw rap rhyme motherfucker
With the big black belly
If it get too shaken like jelly
And the gun don't jam
You're a dead motherfucker!
Niggas stay sweet like smackers
Peanut butter packing motherfuckers
I'm ashamed for your mothers
Pause, calm, How I know your momma?
Bad motherfucker= Double entendre
Mother fuckers don't know shit
Not the half or the math or the sum or the quotient
Get your cameras in focus to capture the moment
I slap you for poking your nose in
Globe gripped so tight that it's choking
He got the whole world in his hands, hold this!
Pose in a winning stance, don't get close
Watch me with the telescope you watched the throne with
Trapped in another bad circuit, twirk it
Splash in another man's snatch, get murdered
Paths get burnt and cut right through sermons
I laugh at the priest getting deep in the service
Last guy to the big guy in the sky
Is a rotten egg or potato au gratin
Head get him down, take a piss in his coffin
Better off dead than let him keep talking
You better off walking than talking
Bullets get to sparking, leave you in chalk or a coffin
Lord have mercy on the family and they losses
I paid for the roses to cover the coffin
I move like Bulger, the boss up in Boston
Caught him in a bottle house buying Mr. Boston
Hit him with a bullet from a .38 snub
Put the plug in his skull, hit the switch lights, offed him
What's that on your shirt? Made you look
Get jacked for your work, get juxed for the gold
'Oldest trick in the book like grandma's hand on her cunt playboy centerfold
Hold his dick like a schnook on the block while he look at the cops and they drive past slow
Keep the heater on ice, let it go, he was told that revenge was best served cold
There is a tougher colder killer
A tougher colder killer than
A tougher colder killer than you
And he will wipe us all from this place
You will learn to crawl
You will learn it all in just one day
Just one day
You ain't with this shit we with
Bars of death, destruction, and violence
What do I hear from you? Nothin'. Silence
You ain't ready for this shit. You don't want this shit
It's a prizefight. It's a prizefight
And one opponent ain't showin' up
Sucka
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