Слова:
Dead World Cold Hate

part of the plan, Cold Hate... Altered plane of my conception, one link upon the chain. Dissent the establishment, take pride in the absurd. Cold Hate

gun in the bushes and money in my sock Shit, I had hoes way before I was nationally famous I was in the hood strapped up good watchin' my anus I'm a target splitter The world's strongest man hardest hitter Even though you hate

this legacy that's real life My brothers cupar, protect me from my friends haud My enemies beleza, choking on anestezija Throw my signs high, reconize world wide, world

and cold full of formaldehyde Better scatter, dodge 'fore this bullet lodged in your ass, simply for the cash Been around the world, seen so many faces

Cleveland late last evening To help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathing now Who you believe in hit the weed and breathe it's a Cold ass the world

I met a girl who hated the world She used her body to sell her soul Every time they'd break her and pay Tear out her heart and leave her in pain I never

How different is my life to another man's I'm just trying to earn a living in this cold, cold place And then escape to the summer sands Until my time

sky, wonder when it's gon' fall Cry in the rain so the pain is stalled It's too dark, my world is in gloom Chest cold, my soul howls at the moon My

Midnight silence surround us, eye in the sky Everythin is a lesson, RZA another God for all of your blessins I'm reppin, grateful 'til I'm dead, hateful