Lyrics Cold - Sunz Of Man

Cold

This goes out
This what y’all niggas all been waiting for
A litte story for all my brothers
You know what I’m saying?
Sunz of Man return
We gon' walk on by and keep it moving
Just when it got cold
Cold Sunz we got jewels, we gon' walk on by and keep it moving
Check it.
Moving.
Word up
My thoughts be colorless, the undercover rich
Haters loving it, watch the Hell King Tut' with it
Queens bathtubbing it, my diamond’s cutting it
Sharp and on point, fuck the tricks of the government
Money rules the world, got my people suffering
Cops busting in, handcuffing men 'til they wrist bleed
Some read what they don’t need, give to seed
The Black, Lebanese, rabbis in green fatigues
Microphone masked MCs, Maccabees
Hard head MCs get told and still they freeze
The truth came in flesh but still you don’t believe
The best thing you know is the spots to find weed
Get the knowledge dungarees, we still struggling
Sunz of Man, UK keep it bubbling
We come to clubs, like the ones who bring the trouble in
What?
He sold his soul, life publishing
I walked away and I left you cold
Have to walk on by and keep it moving
I reminisce on my dark days whenever I phase and kept a blaze
Y’all mental slave renegades, wasn’t enough to eliminate
In my lifestyle of hard times and good times
Stood mine with the wines, became nice with the mind
Born intelligent, fuck elegant, I represent
For the ladies and gents, delinquents and peasants
Everyday hungry, gunplay on the Sunny
Crews sweeter than honey, stars fuck for all they money
Stupid dummies, fifteen slugs flood the tummy
Thugs wrapped like mummies, sipping Remy, the clip empty
Feeling shifty, swifty highly intoxicated
Simply infatuated never thought he could be faded
Up in the hospital, critical, eating pickles
With no teeth back on the streets he got beef
For little Keith and Tariff
A walking death wish, living selfish
I sort of felt this the fifth of September
He found them helpless and breathless
I walked away and I left you cold
A daylight shoot out, a dice game, bank loot out
Jewels out, laying on three-hundred-dollar sweaters
Tools out, last day schools out, nine Berettas and better
Carry the Avirex leather
Timberland weather gear, hands in the air
This is a stick up, don’t play for hiccups
You won’t need a body pick-up, money in the laundry bag
Hungry comrades get they guns from Arabs
With the loot that they had, they rob more victims on the ave
Today cash, examples of the program
Lord Sun of Man, stop killing your own relatives
Unknown start giving the liquid to the dry bones
We all came from the same throne
Raise the dead with the brain poem, this one is aimed home
I walked away and I left you cold