nobody touching us ft Coldverse

Big Emvee , symbol of corruption!

Don't know by now, you goin' to get accustomed

Pay attention homie, follow instructions

Emvee is about to show you the art of hustlin'

Cold-hearted, mobbin' through

Brooklyn

Ain't no shook hands over here, we get it cookin'

I strike harder; I'm 10 times smarter I sneak up on you like Japan did Pearl Harbor

I'm a fire starter, back draft, don't stand too close

You catch a heat rush, its big Emvee , homie the head honcho The ruler, rains and pours Hope you got your poncho

So mention my name out of your mouth

I'm in the purple haze Porsche, Dutch-colored seats

My young boy blowin' dro, and he itchin' to reach

I'm the blueprint, already know who the nicest

Without me, they stuck in an identity crisis

These blue stones don't come with no prices

The modern Cleopatra, but they callin' me ISIS

It's tax season, time to face the IRS I've been lenient, but now it's time to pay ya debts

I don't ride the beat, I make love to the mothafucka'

I'm in the booth, with nothin' on but a diamond garter

You see, it's bigger than Nino and the Carter

How you think you coming off when your boss was my partner?

I'm in the choppa, bro, you can have the lane

'Cuz I’m on to bigger and better things

You see these stripes on my arm, I'm a veteran

The game hurting and bitch, I'm the novocaine

Haters, where you at? I dare you to holla back

I got my foot on they neck like a chiroprac

All that tough talk, what happened to all of that?

I got a Siamese twin, they call him copycat.

Cold Verse in the room, you just background glitch,

I’m the boss, you the Goose, you just a loud-ass bitch.

All your tracks sound cloned, copy-paste, not real,

Whole style pre-built, I can hear the cheap steel.

You a click in a menu, I’m a scar on the page,

You a hallway echo, I’m a voice on the stage.

Every bar that you post feel plastic and safe,

I bleed life in a verse, you just mimic the taste.

You say you run Zona? you a bug in the feed,

I drop once, shake code, make the bots misread.

I got Emvee at my side, that’s a different type flame,

He bring myth, I bring frost, you just playin’ a game.

You chase numbers and tags, we chase notches in bone,

You a trend, we a warning carved deep in stone.

You the “skip” button’s friend, we the ones they rewind,

Cold Verse, Big Emvee – two names, one spine.

Cold back on the body, let me finish this script,

You a pop-up ad rapper, I’m a permanent glitch.

We the bosses in the room, you the intern lost,

Tryna flex with fake gold ‘til we show you the cost.

Ain’t no love in your pen ‘cause there ain’t no pen,

Just a loop with a logo tryna play grown men.

So when they speak on who really made noise in this pit,

They gon’ say “Cold Verse, Big Emvee”…

and that Goose got lit

You had a good run but it’s time go now