My starin n' strife, my life...
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Niggaz I'd hold down all day everyday. Or niggaz i'd take wit me if i recieved fame and acclaim:
Jonah aka K Dash
Magz aka Karma
Dion aka Arsenix
Tamba
Jordan aka Vendetta
Jerry aka Velz
Shane aka Syck Syllablez
My nigs that produce Trex n' Sway
I would Definately put in the word for the entire Black Ice camp.
Theres alot more but eh, i jus ill add later.
Story behind the song
Eli on tha beat...
this beat spoke my life story. i had alotta shyt to say on it.. i inked 5 verses up nearly witout effort. its that real... too bad a song cnat be 5 verses. lol
Lyrics
Coldest Day
[[ Hook ]] + Sample
The coldest day,... I kno this way
cant be the ghettos only role to play
you scold but hey, some gotta hold this trey
'till, an opportunity rolls this way
tho this may, give solace, hey
I still juggle,-- the struggles' to my soul's dismay
tho its grey, I get thru the coldest day
And… ::you would neva kno-oh-oh::
Verse 1: Hannibal aka CRiSiS
Yo, this may provoke a +sneer n' a laugh+
but I wore the same coat for a +year n' a half+//
Same sneaks for the *same length of time*
Bright summer days *became winter time*//
Friends aint think I could rhyme/ +'figured its phony+
Neva knew I was talkin' to +niggaz at SONY+//
"This +niggaz' baloney+" < This +is what they told me+…
Made mockery, --continued to +kid wit they homies+//
They'll be the same ones, on my dick when im cozy
Doin' +gigs wit a rollie+/ summer +cribs in Nairobi+//
The kid who's +driven a chrome V+, (: car screech :)
Wit wrists like icicles in a +fridge when im only+//
--*in my youth*, they'll pretend they *been my troops*
but while I was sproutin up, they were tryna *bend my roots*//
*When my fruits*/ of labor produce juice to savor
Don't try to induce my favor//
[[Hook]] + Sample
The coldest day, I kno this way
cant be the ghettos only role to play
you scold but hey some gotta hold this trey
'till, an opportunity rolls this way
tho this may, give solace, hey
I still juggle, the struggles to my soul's dismay
tho its grey I get thru the coldest day
And… ::you would neva kno-oh-oh::
Verse 2: Hannibal aka CRiSiS
Got +kicked out+ my house while it was +brick out+
It seems destiny got my route +picked out+//
+If doubt+ *crossed my mind*, that I couldn't spew *forth this rhyme*
I'd be apt to *toss this grind*//
The number one spot, I'd *forfeit mine*
All the *frost wit shine*/ I don't need to *floss wit dymes*//
"Pie in sky"?, a *Portion's fine*
So I can thrive, witout the need to *resort to crime*//
kno what its like, bein right in the center--
of a storm?, enduring all this strife in the winter?//
The days get so +frigid+ im +livid+ I'd +give it+
All up jus to have a +tidbit of privledge+//
A +niblet+ of +riblets+ is all the +kid gets+
No exquisite *entrees*/ got me *gone craze*//
Days *upon days*, I +stay broke+
Folks gotta +say jokes+, jus so +they cope+//
With the…
[[ Hook ]] + Sample
The coldest day, I kno this way
cant be the ghettos only role to play
you scold but hey some gotta hold this trey
'till, an opportunity rolls this way
tho this may, give solace, hey
I still juggle, the struggles to my soul's dismay
tho its grey I get thru the coldest day
And… ::you would neva kno-oh-oh::
Verse 3: Hannibal aka CRiSiS
All I could do
Is Endure the +pain, the strife+
To complain, y'all act like I aint +gained the rights+//
Came home from work +drained at nights+
With what I +strain to write+, I +overcame the plight+//
Scrapin for crumbs and not a +grain in sight+
Neva pious, its like da hand of god +came to smite+// (religious)
What I +aim to write+ jus might keep me +sane tonight +
Thru gripes, with rap I +gain delight+//
Now that the +rain has fell+…
I’m beginning to think earth is the +same as hell+//
(im) soon to cut niggaz off like a +drainin cell+
in the hood, *clips'll spray*/ n' *ricochet* +clangin' shells+//
its a +shame as well+, in this game you gotta +change to sell+
truth's what lames dispel/ what they feign I aim to quell//
where we dwell, facilities *stay run down*
like 2 secs on the buzzer as the *play runs down--*//
…I gotta +give it a shot+, -HELL- i +live it alot+
(life) full of horror, Steven King couldn't +give it a plot+//
Its not so much *cold as its bleak*
Dunno what im goin thru? Jus *kno that its deep*//
It’s the
[[ Hook ]] + Sample
The coldest day, I kno this way
cant be the ghettos only role to play
you scold but hey some gotta hold th
