Cold Facts

They stand the test, got Father Time rhymes I know I'm blessed, Father, pardon my crimes Just wanted to stack and ride Beemers Don't laugh on the ave with a pack of hyenas Come through with the pride, get attacked with five ninas Got trapped, now I'm fly, now I'm back with my Venus The dream is live clean, and good livin' As free as it seems, but this shit is a hood prison So we sold that poison like Bivins Made noise and quietly gave sisters nice ribbons Fuck them cops and swats with night vision Give me three days, we'll celebrate like Christ's risen Grew up with good-spirited goons Now I only see 'em in tombs or in visiting rooms Hold the chrome tight; the beast's on the creep I own the night, the heat's my receipt I need peace; all that beef shit is weak But niggas that talk trash get sweeped in the street Washed down the gutter Whatever remains gets tossed 'round your mother Jump the squares, made 'em crown another I see your traps and your plots to dead us Y'all rode with Kojaks, nigga, I got Berettas I heat it up with cold facts I heat it up with cold facts Hood pyrotechnics with no alarms I blew up the block when I sold them bombs And all them niggas that didn't turn pros is cons Guns 24 karat, got golden arms Good metal, don't settle for silver of bronze With the fruits of my labor, I'm building farms The illest psalms written with killer palms And a scoundrel mind But nice cyphed with anybody down to rhyme Too much vision, them niggas soundin' blind They must be in the dark, downing swine A titan... Yeah, but I'm enlightened Should build museums from all the shit I'm writin' Y'all niggas weak, check my speak, start bitin' I don't speak too much; words' more potent Live niggas say it with me; herbs, don't quote it Colt loaded, waitin' for a reason Praise me when I'm dead, make bread when I'm breathin' Can't take it when I'm leavin' Judge me too quick, mistake me as a heathen Because I had tools, moved weight, and was thievin' But I was broke, out the gate I was grievin' Had a cold heart cause my apartment was freezin' Studied this 30 years, so you could say it's mastered Thorough niggas, it's in my nucleic acid I heat it up with cold facts I heat it up with cold facts