incher LP We're representin' properly Now possibly the knock could be That old school philosophy That if it doesn't rock a beat It's not considered property Remember me, remember us Ice Cold, Cold Crush
by bumpin' real hip hop The vibe and the feelin' was oh so real We held it oh so dear so brother don't go there Fat Boys Cold Crush Force MCs All showed
the Enemy" [repeat in background] [Flavor Flav (Chuck D)] P.E., c'mon now! Here the... here the, hear the beat go (C'mon!) Hit me Cold live can, cold
little beats See me on rap city B E T spit graffiti Present a full section of flavors that's robust Dilated Peoples my brother we gon' crush Leave up
m gonna rouge my knees And roll my stockings down And all that jazz Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's
not so easy To be the one you could enjoy I cannot rest in peace without you And you could never comprehend My cold and angry isolation I wait for you brother
open like herpes simplex sores On vexed pussy found that I put more crush, on crews than Jets You're just that simple plus overfronted but that's the status Cold
a liar And watched an ancient man use a gun to retire I seen the wall fall down and crush the old So now everybody's hungry but they'd rather be cold
mic in the other hand Goddamn, I slam, I jam like this Sure nuff, my rap style is Cold Crush And plus, I tears the roof off the mothersucker My brother
Balder His brother She recalled and showed him the path Into the dark Hermod arrived to the palace At the Hel's table among the dead He found his brother
an eyesore. You are slaves in chains in the galley of the ship named humanity. Call yourselves united, call yourselves brothers... but when the ship sinks you'll crush
plan who's got the The groove that makes you move, take your body higher, set your soul On fire, playing so dance to the beat and move your feet, top Performers cold
it up C'mon, clap your hands, wind it up C'mon, clap your hands, wind it up Hush, I'm comin' through with the bum rush Feelin's forced style, Adidas, Cold Crush
Kool Herc and the Herculoids Afrika Bambaata and the Mighty Zulu Nation Soulsonic and Cosmic Be there, two dollars before ten With special guests, the Cold, Crush, Brothers
[pmd] Coolin on the scene like a horse in a stable A brother got ill and tried to snatch a fat cable I stepped back, like it wasn't no thing Punched him
C'mon, clap your hands, wind it up (x6) Hush, I'm comin thru with the bum rush Feelins forced style, adidas, cold crush What? my style's ridiculous Who
tryin' to maintain because the future is untold Till the static unfolds that the good die young Please, God, let a bad boy die old Do you think I wanna lie cold