COLD-BLOODED

TITLE: "COLD-BLOODED"

[Hook – Cold Verse]
I’m not “one of the best,” I’m the reason they quit,
Every verse like a brick through they confidence quick.
You can pray on my fall, you can hope that I slip,
But I’m ice in your veins and a blade on your lip.

[Verse 1 – Cold Verse]
I don’t see peers, I see prey in disguise,
Whole scene full of cubs tryna roar in my eyes.
They write captions, I write death notes on beats,
Turn they “big dog” bark to a whimper on repeat.

You rap “struggle” off Wi-Fi, I bled mine in dirt,
You rap numbers and streams, I rap trauma and work.
You want charts, I want bodies of work in a pile,
You want clout, I want silence when I walk in the aisle.

I’m the reason that your favorite look tense when I drop,
Watch ‘em spam weak singles just to see if I stop.
I don’t beef, I do autopsies on y’all’s lil’ attempts,
Pick apart every flex, find nothin’ but dents.

They say “humble yourself,” nah, you humble your pen,
Y’all be beggin’ for a lane I been runnin’ since ten.
I’m the voice in they head sayin’ “bro, you not him,”
Cold Verse, black ice—one slip and it’s grim.

[Hook – Cold Verse]
I’m not “one of the best,” I’m the reason they quit,
Every verse like a brick through they confidence quick.
You can pray on my fall, you can hope that I slip,
But I’m ice in your veins and a blade on your lip.

[Verse 2 – Cold Verse]
I don’t need no cosign, I cosign myself,
Your whole catalog mid, mine bad for your health.
You got follows, got likes, got dance-trend claps,
I got bars that make rappers re-think they path.

You a “type beat” rapper, I’m the nightmare sample,
You a “who that?” mention, I’m the name they can’t handle.
I turn group chats quiet when my verse get played,
All that “he nice tho” talk start to sound real vague.

You the kind to get gassed off a mid-tier blog,
I’m the kind to make legends feel fear in they jog.
When I say I’m unstoppable, that’s not for the ‘Gram,
That’s for every time life swung hard and I just said “damn,”

Then I got up with a limp and a new sixteen,
Turned my bruises into bullets I load in the scheme.
You can crowd up the throne, I’ll just flip that seat,
Kick kings down steps, wipe blood off my feet.

[Hook – final]
I’m not “one of the best,” I’m the reason they quit,
Every verse like a brick through they confidence quick.
You can pray on my fall, you can hope that I slip,
But you can’t stop Cold when I’m already it.

[Verse 3 – Cold Verse]
I don’t level with ‘em, I level cities they hype,
All that “next up” talk die quiet when I write.
You their “favorite’s favorite,” I’m the name they don’t mention,
‘Cause the second I get brought up, whole room feel tension.

I’m that knot in they throat when the beat cut out,
That fear in they chest when my verse come out.
They rehearse lil’ flows, I rehearse last rites,
Pen feel like a crime scene taped in white.

[Outro – Cold Verse]
That’s it.
Next time they ask who the nicest in the room,
say my name once…
and watch who get quiet.

Cold Verse.
Cold-blooded.

dark comedic horrorcore rap, crazy alter ego voice, rapid flow,bouncy boom bap drums, creepy, and organs, 95–100 BPM