Ice Cold by Audible mainframe Lyrics
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Yo, I'm trying to make a dollar but I'm out two cent
But it's tough if I've got to pay utilities and rent
I'm lookin' at a paycheck, all of it is spent
So I'm with an empty bottle and a pocket full o' lint
Cause shorty can't keep no bootleg CDs
And iTunes downloads ain't gonna feed me
But really it's not about me and my hustle
Worldwide everybody locked in the struggle
So even though I might be nice with this jive talk
I'm still broker than a bottle on the sidewalk
Broker than a thesbian's leg at the performance
Broker than a levy shootin' water in New Orleans
I'm too broke to be writing cute rhymes
So if you can relate clap your hands two times
And if you can't relate, do not move a muscle
Cause everyone who clapped is gonna stick you for the bundle
[Chorus]
Yeah, Cause it's a cold cold world
Run by drug dealers and go-go girls
Yeah boy it's a cold cold planet
If you see what I see, I know you understand this
We're livin' in a cold cold time
We're robbin' from each other like it's oh so fine
This is a cold cold world
So we run to drug dealers and go-go girls
[Verse 2]
The only medicine I have when my mind's twisted
Is grab the microphone, plug it in, start to rip it
So how'd you know I didn't stretch it out like a magician
With my head at the Atlantic and my feet at the Pacific
I break it down like Dewey's decimal system
I bet you won't listen to Ex-to-Position
You're better off diggin' in a library book
Than going into business with a binary crook
And high hairy looks, with his suit and tie plastic
The confidence man, disguised as a Catholic
Arms stretched out, his palms to the sky
He's beggin' for a piece of the American pie
The same man who nearly bled America dry
Expects me to give some sort of fuck if he dies
I smell the scent of a rat with it's tail out
Running for the Hill and the Capitol bailout
[Chorus x2]
[Outro]
[Verse 1]
Yo, I'm trying to make a dollar but I'm out two cent
But it's tough if I've got to pay utilities and rent
I'm lookin' at a paycheck, all of it is spent
So I'm with an empty bottle and a pocket full o' lint
Cause shorty can't keep no bootleg CDs
And iTunes downloads ain't gonna feed me
But really it's not about me and my hustle
Worldwide everybody locked in the struggle
So even though I might be nice with this jive talk
I'm still broker than a bottle on the sidewalk
Broker than a thesbian's leg at the performance
Broker than a levy shootin' water in New Orleans
I'm too broke to be writing cute rhymes
So if you can relate clap your hands two times
And if you can't relate, do not move a muscle
Cause everyone who clapped is gonna stick you for the bundle
[Chorus]
Yeah, Cause it's a cold cold world
Run by drug dealers and go-go girls
Yeah boy it's a cold cold planet
If you see what I see, I know you understand this
We're livin' in a cold cold time
We're robbin' from each other like it's oh so fine
This is a cold cold world
So we run to drug dealers and go-go girls
[Verse 2]
The only medicine I have when my mind's twisted
Is grab the microphone, plug it in, start to rip it
So how'd you know I didn't stretch it out like a magician
With my head at the Atlantic and my feet at the Pacific
I break it down like Dewey's decimal system
I bet you won't listen to Ex-to-Position
You're better off diggin' in a library book
Than going into business with a binary crook
And high hairy looks, with his suit and tie plastic
The confidence man, disguised as a Catholic
Arms stretched out, his palms to the sky
He's beggin' for a piece of the American pie
The same man who nearly bled America dry
Expects me to give some sort of fuck if he dies
I smell the scent of a rat with it's tail out
Running for the Hill and the Capitol bailout
[Chorus x2]
[Outro]