Cold Day - K.A.A.N., Dem Jointz, Bleverly Hills

Man it’ll be a cold day in hell 'fore I lose my shit

I got that noose vice grip, you’se as loose as a bitch

You need your tubes tied kid, stop producing that shit

You get your wig split quick down the middle you dig?

Asymmetrical like geometric squares

Incompatible, there’s nowhere to compare

Me to you, it’s not possible

Logical, niggas pulling out they hair follicles

Comical, shit to each his own, do what you gotta do

A lot of you, do the dumb shit that you’ve been allotted to

But that’s what I’m alluding to, I hope I’m not confusing you

Niggas talk and all I hear is la-la-la, le-la-la-la, le-la-la-la

That shit ain’t audible

I’m Randall Cunningham to these duttymans, I scramble out

Niggas ship sank 'cause they rode the wave but ain’t plan the route

Overstep on steady stepping stones, it’s how I’m standing out

Throwing temper tantrums like Bobby Knight via '89

Rigged the whole series like Rothstein, with a large dream

Best believe I come to collect for the C.R.E.A.M

Man it’ll be a cold day in hell 'fore I lose my shit

I got that noose vice grip, you’se as loose as a bitch

You need your tubes tied kid, stop producing that shit

You get your wig split quick down the middle you dig?

Asymmetrical like geometric squares

Incompatible, there’s nowhere to compare

Me to you, it’s not possible

You slowing me up, that’s not plausible

Illusions what they are, I’m astronomical

A paradigm you stuck inside, your shit is paradoxical

I can take 'em out and then move it

I can take your regular scene and turn that to a movie

Howard Hughes it, use it, fuse it, and make it larger than life

Then that’s the bells and whistles with all the aesthetics they like

There really isn’t nothing to it, my shit is contrite

I got a vision plus the intuition

Star of the show, I’m Michael Jordan to your Scottie Pippen

These niggas couldn’t start the engine or transmission

Your wires crossed, signal’s off, what you transmitting?

Man it’ll be a cold day in hell 'fore I lose my shit

I got that noose vice grip, you’se as loose as a bitch

You need your tubes tied kid, stop producing that shit

You get your wig split quick down the middle you dig?

Asymmetrical like geometric squares

Incompatible, there’s nowhere to compare

Me to you, it’s not possible