Sunz Of Man - Cold

Chorus: BizMarkie *sampled* 3x 

I walked away and I lived too cold 

Intro: Hell Razah 

This goes out. 
This what y`all niggaz all been looking for. 
A litte story for all my brothers. 
You know what I`m saying? Sunz of Man return. 
We gon` walk on by and keep it moving. 
Just when it got cold. 
Cold Sunz we got jewels  we gon` walk on by and keep it moving. 
Check it. Moving. Word up. 

[Hell Razah] 
Aiyyo, my thoughts be colorless 
The undercover rich, haters loving it, watch the hell King Tut` with it 
Queen`s, bathtubbing it, my diamond`s cutting it 
Sharp and on point, fuck the tricks of the government 
Money rules the world, watch my people suffering 
Cops busting in, handcuffing men `til they wrist bleed 
Some read what they don`t need, give to seed 
Black, Lebanese, rabbis in green fatigues 
Microphone masked MC`s, Macabees 
Hard head MC`s get told and still they freeze 
The truth came in flesh but still you don`t believe 
The best thing you know is the spots to find weed 
Get the knowledge dungarees, we still struglling 
Sunz of Man, UK keep it bubbling 
We come to clubs, like the ones who bring the trouble in 
What, he sold his soul, life publishing 

(Chorus: 2x) 

[Hell Razah] 
Have to walk on by and keep it moving 

[Prodigal Sunn] 
I remenise all my dark days whenever I phase and kept a blaze 
Y`all mental slave renegades, wasn`t enough to eliminate 
In my lifestyle of hard times and good times 
Stood mine with the wines, became nice with the mind 
Born intelligent, fuck elegant, I represent 
For the ladies and gents, deliquents and presents 
Everyday hungry, gun play on the sunny 
Crews sweeter than honey, stars fuck for all they money 
Stupid dummies, fifteen slugs flood the tummy 
Thugs rapped like mummies, sipping remy`s 
The clip empty, feeling shifty, swifty 
Highly intoxicated, simply in fatuated 
Never thought he could be faded 
Up in the hospital, critical, eating pickles 
With no teeth, back on the streets he got beef for little Keith and Tariff 
A walking death wish, living selfish, I sort of felt this 
The fifth of September, he felt helpless and breathless 

(Chorus) 

[Hell Razah] 
Today, life, shoot out, a dice game, bank loot out 
Jewels out, laying on three hundred dollar sweaters 
Tools out, last day schools out, nine berettas and better 
Carry the eighth or red leather, timberland weather gear 
Hands in the air, this is a stick up, don`t play for hiccups 
You won`t need a body pick-up, money in the laundry bag 
Hungry comrads get they guns from a-rabs 
With the loot that they had, they rob more victims on the av. 
Today cash, examples of the program 
Lord Sun of Man, stop killing your own relatives 
Unknown start giving the liquid to the dry bones, 
We all came from the same throne 
Raise the dead with the brain poem, one is aimed home 

(Chorus: 3.5x)