TITLE: COLD BY NATURE
[Hook – Cold Verse]
I was born with a chip on my soul, no lie,
Whole life been smoke, now I’m learnin’ to fly.
If they talk top tier, better call my name,
Cold by nature, put respect on the flame.
[Verse 1 – Cold Verse]
I don’t rap for a look, I rap ‘cause I’m wired wrong,
Every thought a drum break, every scar a song.
I been pacing in my head since the child-size days,
Now I black out in the booth like a power grid fade.
I’m the verse that make your favorite hit rewrite,
Make ‘em stare at they notes like “this ain’t right.”
You want vibes, I want volumes that outlive trends,
You want dance-floor love, I want fear in your friends.
I talk slick ‘cause I earned every tooth in my mouth,
Every bar like a punch that was never punched out.
You flex streams, I flex what survive in the dark,
Lines that land in your chest like a well-placed spark.
I don’t chase no style, I let styles chase me,
Let the beat try run, I drag it back on three.
If the game got gods, I ain’t bow to ‘em yet,
Cold by nature, I’m the storm they ain’t measured in tests.
[Hook – Cold Verse]
I was born with a chip on my soul, no lie,
Whole life been smoke, now I’m learnin’ to fly.
If they talk top tier, better call my name,
Cold by nature, put respect on the flame.
[Verse 2 – Cold Verse]
I’m the reason that the cypher feel weird when I step,
All that fake confidence start losin’ its breath.
You can hear in my tone I ain’t here for the glam,
I’m here ‘cause this pen the only thing I understand.
I’ve seen nights go quiet in a loud-ass club,
Seen a room full of “real” fold fast off love.
You can keep that image, I know what I am:
Walking overdose of truth in a human can.
I got 808s hittin’ like a panic attack,
Hi-hats talk slick while the bass flash back.
I rap sharp, no cap, every word got teeth,
Every hook a choke chain you can feel when you breathe.
You scared of that silence when the beat cut out,
I like that moment when it’s just me and self-doubt.
‘Cause I always come back with a bar too mean,
Make the whole room blink like they saw a bad dream.
[Hook – Cold Verse]
I was born with a chip on my soul, no lie,
Whole life been smoke, now I’m learnin’ to fly.
If they talk top tier, better call my name,
Cold by nature, put respect on the flame.
[Verse 3 – Cold Verse]
I don’t talk “future classic,” I talk “right now stain,”
If this track don’t bruise you, I misused my pain.
I turn red flags, flashbacks, all that mess
Into sixteen rounds that don’t miss no chest.
When I say I’m the best, that’s not just for effect,
That’s ‘cause everyone else sound scared of the wreck.
I lean in, let the crash put dents in my brain,
Then I spell every fracture in a tight hook chain.
So when they argue ‘bout who really built to last,
Check whose name still ring when the trends move past.
If they skip my cut, cool, I still carved deep,
Cold by nature, this the sound wounds keep.
[Outro]
Cold by nature, remember the name when the beat fades to black, forever. CV
ColdVerse
