TITLE: CAN'T KILL THE KILLER
[Hook – Cold Verse]
I'm a serial killer of beats and names,
Chalk lines drawn round careers I flame.
You can aim at my head, you can empty the clip,
But you can't kill the killer when he write like this.
[Verse 1 – Cold Verse]
I don't "snap," I stalk, pick beats I like,
Leave 'em gutted in the booth with a bloody mic.
Every sixteen I drop feel crime-scene taped,
Yellow line round the vibe that you can't escape.
You call it "droppin' a track," I call it "add to my count,"
Every song another victim that they can't recount.
I move quiet through the feed, mask on, no trace,
Then I strike in the dark, leave prints on the bass.
If you rap in my range, that's a red-string chart,
Connect lines through your style back to my black heart.
Don't compare me to y'all, we ain't same in the file,
Y'all perform, I profile, then erase with a smile.
They say "Cold, you too much," I say "this light work still,"
Just imagine if I ever tried not to kill.
[Hook – Cold Verse]
I'm a serial killer of beats and names,
Chalk lines drawn round careers I flame.
You can aim at my head, you can empty the clip,
But you can't kill the killer when he write like this.
[Verse 2 – Cold Verse]
I leave bodies of songs in a playlist row,
Tag toe with the date that I stole that show.
You got streams, I got scenes that ain't leavin' they head,
Whole crowd traumatized by the words I said.
I don't beef, I hunt, watch patterns and ticks,
See who twitch when my verse drop, count they clicks.
You "spin back" when you scared, I spin blocks of sound,
Circle twice 'round a beat, then I lay it down.
If you step in my lane, better draw your will,
I don't battle, I bury, then I rhyme too real.
You can try to take shots, I just soak that ink,
Turn attempts on my life into bars you'll think.
I'm the villain in they stories that refuse to die,
Every chorus you play, hear my name nearby.
[Verse 3 – Cold Verse]
They gon' call for my head, say I "do too much,"
Say my pen too sharp, say my tone too rough.
You can bury my files, you can wipe my page,
But the lines in they head still load on stage.
Every hook I've hung up still swing in the dark,
Every verse I've carved in still leave a mark.
I'm the name that survive when the trend all rot,
When the charts move on and the fans forgot.
You can stab at my rep, you can shoot at my worth,
But you can't kill Cold if the words still work.
So when they ask who did this, leave my tag in drip,
Cold Verse, last one standin' with a blood-red script.
If hip-hop got a list of who never sit still,
Write "can't kill the killer"... right under my will.
[Outro – Cold Verse]
Don't call it a song, that was crime scene art,
Left prints on the beat and a hole in your heart.
When the charts move on and the hype go still,
Just remember one thing—you can't kill who kill.
Cold Verse.
Case closed.
ColdVerse
