Cold Facts

They stand the test, got Father Time rhymes
 I know I'm blessed, Father, pardon my crimes
 Just wanted to stack and ride Beemers
 Don't laugh on the ave with a pack of hyenas
 Come through with the pride, get attacked with five ninas
 Got trapped, now I'm fly, now I'm back with my Venus
 The dream is live clean, and good livin'
 As free as it seems, but this shit is a hood prison
 So we sold that poison like Bivins
 Made noise and quietly gave sisters nice ribbons
 Fuck them cops and swats with night vision
 Give me three days, we'll celebrate like Christ's risen
 Grew up with good-spirited goons
 Now I only see 'em in tombs or in visiting rooms
 Hold the chrome tight; the beast's on the creep
 I own the night, the heat's my receipt
 I need peace; all that beef shit is weak
 But niggas that talk trash get sweeped in the street
 Washed down the gutter
 Whatever remains gets tossed 'round your mother
 Jump the squares, made 'em crown another
 I see your traps and your plots to dead us
 Y'all rode with Kojaks, nigga, I got Berettas
 I heat it up with cold facts
 I heat it up with cold facts
 Hood pyrotechnics with no alarms
 I blew up the block when I sold them bombs
 And all them niggas that didn't turn pros is cons
 Guns 24 karat, got golden arms
 Good metal, don't settle for silver of bronze
 With the fruits of my labor, I'm building farms
 The illest psalms written with killer palms
 And a scoundrel mind
 But nice cyphed with anybody down to rhyme
 Too much vision, them niggas soundin' blind
 They must be in the dark, downing swine
 A titan... Yeah, but I'm enlightened
 Should build museums from all the shit I'm writin'
 Y'all niggas weak, check my speak, start bitin'
 I don't speak too much; words' more potent
 Live niggas say it with me; herbs, don't quote it
 Colt loaded, waitin' for a reason
 Praise me when I'm dead, make bread when I'm breathin'
 Can't take it when I'm leavin'
 Judge me too quick, mistake me as a heathen
 Because I had tools, moved weight, and was thievin'
 But I was broke, out the gate I was grievin'
 Had a cold heart cause my apartment was freezin'
 Studied this 30 years, so you could say it's mastered
 Thorough niggas, it's in my nucleic acid
 I heat it up with cold facts
 I heat it up with cold facts