Cold
Album: Hancho In The Making
By: Bartholomew Poindexter
By: Bartholomew Poindexter
Duration
2:40
Genres
Description
This song was written by (Brian Peterkin) The Headless Hancho on a beat made by my brother Travone Logan entitled "Cold". With frigidity in mind, the lyrics to the song tackle the theme cold from various angles, from cold-hearted people to warning the wary not to get left out in the cold. A sure-fire single! Hearing about this competition, I knew "Cold" would be the perfect track to exhibit my worthiness to considered as the "Coldest" undiscovered MC!! Headless!¡!
Lyrics
It ain’t all fun and games, some they came and got conquered. Me, I maintained and it made me a monster. Well known sponsor, of the bullshit. When I drive and roll a spliff, Left knee steer the whip. Passengers scared as shit cause I’m unpredictable. In and out of lanes like I’m invincible. I’m in ridicule, of rules and regulations. On restrictions I take defecations. Make preparations, Headless is coming. Crazier than a mutha, that’s a yes to your assumptions. You can’t tell me nothing, don’t waste your breath. I got some ways to me I’ma take to the death. Philosophy’s to left... Che Che Che Che. You could figure that one out I betch che chetchya. Best to getchya, beliefs out bold. Else ya get left, left out in the cold. Now here’s the low down, pay attention, tension’s, Building up from what they don’t mention, dancing around the real issues, Power gets misused, Instead of giving us scholarships, we get pistols. And forced to use primality more than we wish to. Overseas, underprivileged countries get misconstrued. As breeding grounds for terrorists, A nemesis, for employing tactics to ward off oppressors with. When the pressure hits, will you get high pitched like a kettle is? Most people don’t know till it reach ‘em, I’ll tell you this. But knowledge of self is an important trait to have, So don’t try to eat it all when you could only chew half. And got people people looking to you for support, while you looking to abort, of expectations you fell short. Thought, you had everything under control, but now you pay the toll, cuz you froze, you couldn’t handle the cold! Live by, Die by Honor, Don’t abide by rules but I thrive by my persona. If I gotta get something out, get it out bold, can’t afford to get left, left out in the cold. I’m Colder than a mutha, still a HotHead, HotHead!! Closed mouths from what I’m told are not fed, not fed. So if I gotta get something out, get it out bold, Can’t afford get left, left out in the cold.
