Number 1 remix ft cold verse

Big Emvee and Cold Verse

Time to go number one again

Dates of fake history to erase

Comin' through the corridors of deep space

High beings

All-eye seein, find meaning, clairvoyant, mind reading

Nervous system, serve as wisdom Flow superior, determine rhythm

Electricity, eccentricity

Afrocentric synchronicity

In the air everywhere, takin' over Chocolate conquerors, supernova Educatin', dominatin'

Time deflatin', bomb on Satan Wicked is gone, shorn and shaken

The force awakens (It's time)

Back to them caves

Conquistadores chocolates

If they gon’ paint me villain, I’ll supply the ink,

Turn every whisper to a roar you can’t unthink.

You need a bad guy? cool, I’ll close the curtain,

Cold Verse, black sheep by choice, not by certain.

They ain’t want my side, they just wanted a scapegoat,

Blamed me for the ship sinkin’ after they made holes.

I was tryna fix leaks, they yelled “you rock the boat,”

Cool—hand me the horns, I’ll wear the role they wrote.

You call me toxic ‘cause I don’t play along with your lie,

I call it honest, you call it “why you always that guy?”

You need someone to point at when the truth hit nerves,

So you circle my name like that fix your hurt.

I tried “good guy” once, almost died of neglect,

Nice guys get used, bad guys get respect.

So I turned my halo in, got store credit for scars,

Traded “give ‘em another chance” for “remember who you are.”

If love need a monster just to feel more pure,

Then I’ll knock on the closet, drag your skeletons to the door.

You don’t want healing, you want someone to blame,

So now I’m every rumor that keeps your rep clean by name.

If they gon’ paint me villain, I’ll supply the ink,

Turn every whisper to a roar you can’t unthink.

You need a bad guy? cool, I’ll close the curtain,

Cold Verse, black sheep by choice, not by certain.

I ain’t evil, I’m exhausted from explainin’ my side,

You twist every apology to keep your hands dry.

Call me selfish when I finally say “no” to your drain,

Then run and tell the world I’m the source of your pain.

I’m the “don’t talk to him” story you tell new friends,

Leave out the part where you broke things, then hit send.

If I gotta be the demon so you sleep at night,

I’ll sharpen every bar ‘til your version sound light.

I stopped beggin’ to be understood, that was weak,

Now I let assumptions do the work while I speak.

You say “he heartless,” I say “thanks, that’s clean,”No more guilt chains hangin’ off my spleen.I’m not beggin’ for redemption in a city full of masks,If the halo don’t fit, then it’s stayin’ in the glass.

I’d rather be the villain who finally drew a line,

Than the hero in your story that you crucify in time.

If they gon’ paint me villain, I’ll supply the ink,

Turn every whisper to a roar you can’t unthink.

You need a bad guy? cool, I’ll close the curtain,

Cold Verse, black sheep by choice… not uncertain.