What Cold Fuzion is about... real Hip-Hop. 1st Verse - Davi-D, Chorus and 2nd Verse - Fureal, 3rd Verse Mike C.
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Story behind the song
Weak emcees pollutin' the culture of Hip-Hop with dumb shit
Lyrics
Verse 1: Davi-D
I'd rather hear your death cry than all your lies. Your mind, switch your view from me to the sky. Knock you on your back with one sick line, why not do it yourself so you can save us the time. It really doesn't matter, we got much to spare. You want my skills like cancer patients want hair. I'm always chiefin' when I write these songs, 'til I'm coughin' like a tourist from Hong Kong. It's on, these punks get hunted down like prey, call me predator. You wouldn't want me standin' next to ya. You weak, thinkin' y'all bringin' the heat. But when you grab this mic, you can't even speak. Spittin' words at random, even got your own crew laughin'. You look overdue for a good bitch smackin' with technique like Snoop Dogg. My shit is beautiful when I put it to these beats y'all.
Chorus: Cold Fuzion, real music no illusion. We never losin', we always feudin' with wack emcees pollutin' the music industry. That's our number one enemy. (x2)
Verse 2: Fureal
Yo I rock the mic independently. I'm that emcee you pretend to be. So you tryin' to say you aint feelin these, Hip-Hop philosophies is what I drop while you rhyme with no abilities. No one ill as me, soon you'll really see. I'm never pausin', these cats must've think I'm joshin'. 'Cause I told them to approach with caution. A lot commercial rappers rap with no conscience. Just sound obnoxious. Yo, my crew so ill we leave your ass nausious. Nowadays everybody is spittin' non-sense. My punchlines hit so hard, I leave the crowd unconscious. Look, these dudes can't even rhyme right? 'Cause half the time their words don't even rhyme right. I think it's time to ignite the mic tonight. My mind stays sharp like a turnpike.
(chorus)
Verse 3: Mike Skillz
When you hear us spit, you gonna fear us bitch; like Iraq before they cleared out quick. Those who lack i'm readin' fools, on tracks I'm serial when I attack materials. You fucked with your mind like crack was killin' you. That's why you're wack and think it's coo'. Which bugs me, 'cause your shit's nothing. Waitin' to hear me shine like the first coming. But not sacrificial, 'cause if you're weak I have to diss you. Verbally I have to kill you like a thug when he grabs a pistol. Too much pride to let it slide, so if you rap and you wack you better hide. We live through our words we never die. 'Cause emcees couldn't see me with a pair of seperate eyes. So there's not point to testify against me, 'Cause your lines'll burn up like Columbia upon entry. Make you wish you never met me, 'Cause if we war it gets messy. Except you'll end up in a ditch like Joe Pesci, test me.
(Chorus)