Genius-gza Cold War Lyrics

Cold War Lyrics

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...

 

 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...

 

 Verse One: The 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 act like thai flows from Mexican

 Rabbit, like recipients cashin checks again

 Back to the motherfuckin spot on Lexington

 

 Chorus:

 

 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...

 

 Verse Two: 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