Eminem – Cold Wind Blows

[Intro]
Cause some things just, don’t change
It’s better when they stay the same
Although the whole world, knows your name
So on a, bigger stage
They came to see you spit your game
So it shouldn’t be difficult, to explain
Just why you came back again
You hate the fame, love the game
Cold as ice, you remain
Fuck them all, tell them all eat shit, here we go again

[Spoken]
Goddamn
Is it that time again already?
Haha, you don’t look too happy to see me
Fuck man, don’t everybody welcome me back at once
All right, just fuck ya’ll then

[Verse 1]
You can get the dick, just call me the ball sack, I’m nuts
Michael Vick in this bitch, dog, fall back you mutts
Fuck your worms, you’ve never seen such a sick puppy
Fuck it a sick duck, I want my duck sicked mommy
And my nuts licked, gobble them up trick, yummy
Bitch you don’t fuckin’ think I know that you suck dick, dummy?
You’ll get your butt kicked, fuck all that love shit honey
Yeah, I laugh when I call you a slut, it’s funny
Shorty dance while I diss you to the beat, fuck the words
You don’t listen to ’em anyway, yeah struck a nerve, sucker
Motherfucka’, might as well let my lips pucker
Like Elton John, cause I’m just a mean cocksucker
The shit is on cause you went and pissed me off, now I’m shittin’ and pissin’ on everybody give a fuck if it’s right or wrong
So puff the buddha light a bong
But take a look at Mariah, next time I inspire you to write a song, come on

[Hook]
I’m as cold as the cold wind, blows when it snows and it’s 20 below
Ask me why man, I just don’t know I’m as cold as the cold wind blows

[Verse 2]
Fuck it I’m a loose cannon, Bruce Banner’s back in the booth, y’all are sitting ducks, I’m the only goose standin’
I’ll set the world on fire, piss on it put it out
Stick my dick in a circle, but I’m not fuckin’ around
Mothafucka I’ll show you pussyfootin’
I’ll kick a bitch in the cunt, ’til it makes a queef and sounds like a fuckin’ whoopee cushion
Who the fuck is you pushing? You musta mistook me for some
Sissy soft punk lookin’ for some nookie or bosom
Go ahead fuckin’ hater, push me
I’ll told you ain’t no fucking way to shush me
Call me a faggot cause I hate a pussy
Man the fuck up, sissy, G’s up all you gardeners freeze up
Put your hoes down “Shady ease up
Man chill” Naw, I can’t goddamn it rap is a landfill
Drop the anvil, these are shoes that you can’t fill
Shit the day that happens the world will stop spinnin’ and Michael J. Fox’ll come to a standstill
During a earthquake, urine in your face cause you’re fake
"Ah! What the fuck? That hurt! Wait
Ah what the fuck! I just got struck
By lightning"all right then I quit, God, I give up
Call it "Evil That Men Do"
Lord forgive me for what my pen do
“This is for your sins, I cleanse you, you can repent
But I warn you, if you continue to hell I send you”
And just then the wind blew and I said

[Hook]
I’m as cold as the cold wind, blows when it snows and it’s 20 below
Ask me why man, I just don’t know I’m as cold as the cold wind blows

[Verse 3]
How long will I be this way?
Shady until my dying day, ’til I hang up the mic and it’s time for me to say
So long ’til then I’ll drop the fuckin’ bombs
Like I missed the pass when I went long
If you don’t like it you can kiss my ass in a lint thong, now sing along
Slut this slut that, learn the words to the song!
"Oh, bitches don’t like that" Homie, I’ll be nicer to women
When Aquaman drowns and the Human Torch starts swimming
Man I’m a cold soul, I roll solo So don’t compare
Me to the other bums over there
It’s like apples to oranges, peaches to plums yeah
I’m bananas pussy, cut off the grapes and grow a pair
But I swear you try to diss me I’ll slaughter you
I put that on everything, like everyone does with Auto-tune
The last thing you want to do
Is have me spit out a rhyme, and say "I was writing this and I thought of you", so

[Hook]
I’m as cold as the cold wind, blows when it snows and it’s 20 below
Ask me why man, I just don’t know I’m as cold as the cold wind blows

A Tribe Called Quest – Mobius (We Got It From Here… Thank You 4 Your Service Album)

[Verse 1: Consequence]
I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Dream about Bugattis and other four-wheels
They say Illuminati and other ordeals
Is how my lawyer got me to avoid a raw deal
And now it’s more real than it is for any other star
And that’s enough to have you tearing up the mini-bar
I should probably get awards where the Emmys are
For how I deal with the path like Remy Ma
I get in the car like a sniper’s on the roof now
But don’t confuse how you see me have to move now
I got bars like the cypher’s in the booth now
Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
Long as they get my page right on Wikipedia
Long as they say my name right in the media
If you don’t, that’s a sin like Cincinnati
‘Cause ever since I had the polo suit at the Grammys
I been spittin’ at the camera like Trick Daddy
So swaggy, he could’ve broke up with IG
I ain’t surprised that they broke up on IG
I got the game on IV, might as well have a live feed
Keep a fresh cut from IB
So I always match the picture in my ID
They packin’ Dub C had ran with Mack 10
I was still a baby Similac then
And what the crack era did to black men
It had to be a era if you had a Cadillac then

[Vere 2: Busta Rhymes]
How I rock mine, I throw it up
Makin’ sure that you niggas all are on the same page
Powerful force, you better look both ways
Fuck that, I’m chokin’ niggas, it’s goin’ down
I’m from a different cloth, we the oracles of the sounds
Skip town, hit ’em with impeccable pound
Lost, found, the way I flood it, niggas gon’ drown
Rip shit—ayo, wait, wait, wait, wait—
I gotta do it again, I gotta do it again
You already know the script, roundhouse kick
She lookin’ at me, lickin’ her lip
Put my arm around her like a bowl of chip with a dip
With yo’ bitch, what the fuck, niggas erupt
I got the half moon clip, that’s banana
A good planner, a new anger like a larger Bruce Banner
Out the house, nigga, if you open your mouth
Man, nigga, if you open your mouth
Fuck the press, I’m leavin’ every room in a mess
Like herds of bulls with they aprons on and bakin’ soda
Keep it movin’, keep the convo short
And bring a case of Henney
House of pain, I control many
House of lies, you niggas go run, hide
Peep the way this vibe conflict with they real lives
(Nigga) Fanatic shit, we go bizarre
Bad news for niggas as I go emphatical, radical
National animal rulin’ like a czar
Every time I black for the record, the shit splatter
The whole batter, no bullshit, the boom bapper
I pull the gat up, whip the shit, cook the batter
When I pull up on niggas, even your momma gon’ scatter
Barishkaaa

A Tribe Called Quest – Mobius Lyrics

[Verse 1: Consequence]
I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Dream about Bugattis and other four-wheels
They say Illuminati and other ordeals
Is how my lawyer got me to avoid a raw deal
And now it’s more real than it is for any other star
And that’s enough to have you tearing up the mini-bar
I should probably get awards when the Emmys are
For how I deal with the path like Remy Ma
I get in the car like a sniper’s on the roof now
But don’t confuse how you see me, have to move now
I got bars like the cypher’s in the booth now
Ooo, child, things are gonna get easier
‘Long as they get my page right on Wikipedia
‘Long as they say my name right in the media
If you don’t, that’s a sin like Cincinnati
‘Cause ever since I had the polo suit at the Grammys
I been spittin’ at the camera like Trick Daddy
So swag, he could have broke up with IG
I ain’t surprised that they broke up on IG
I got the game on IV
Might as well have a live feed
Keep a fresh cut from Aunt B
So I always match the picture in my ID
They packin’ Dub C and run with MAC 10
I was still a baby Similac then
And what the crack era did to black men
It had to be an error if you had a Cadillac then

[Vere 2: Busta Rhymes]
How I rock mine, I throw it up
Makin’ sure that you niggas all are on the same page
Powerful force, you better look both ways
Fuck that, I’m chokin’ niggas, it’s goin’ down
I’m from a different cloth, we the oracles of the sound
Skip town, hit ’em with impeccable pound
Lost, found, the way I flood it, niggas gon’ drown
Rip shit….oh, wait, wait, wait, wait….
I gotta do it again, I gotta do it again
You already know the script, roundhouse kick
She lookin’ at me, lickin’ her lip
Put my arm around her like a bowl of chip with the dip
With your bitch, what the fuck, niggas erupt
I got the half moon clip, that’s banana, a good planner
A new anger like a larger Bruce Banner, out the house
Nigga, if you open your mouth
Damn, nigga, if you open you mouth
Fuck the press, I’m leavin’ every room in a mess
Like herds of bulls with they aprons on and bakin’ soda
Keep it movin’, keep the convo short and bring a case of Henny
House of Pain, I control many
House of lies, where niggas go run, hide
Peep the way the scribe conflict with they real lives
(Nigga) Phonetic shit, we go bizarre
Bad news for niggas as I go emphatical, radical
Mention no animals, roamin’ like a czar
Every time I blah for the record, the shit splatter
The whole data, no bullshit, the boom bapper
I pull the gat up, whip the ship, come to bat up
When I pull up too niggas even your momma goin’ scatter

A Tribe Called Quest – Mobius

[Verse 1: Consequence]
I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Dream about Bugattis and other four-wheels
They say Illuminati and other ordeals
Is how my lawyer got me to avoid a raw deal
And now it’s more real than it is for any other star
And that’s enough to have you tearing up the mini-bar
I should probably get awards when the Emmys are
For how I deal with the path like Remy Ma
I get in the car like a sniper’s on the roof now
But don’t confuse how you see me, have to move now
I got bars like the cypher’s in the booth now
Ooo, child, things are gonna get easier
‘Long as they get my page right on Wikipedia
‘Long as they say my name right in the media
If you don’t, that’s a sin like Cincinnati
‘Cause ever since I had the polo suit at the Grammys
I been spittin’ at the camera like Trick Daddy
So swag, he could have broke up with IG
I ain’t surprised that they broke up on IG
I got the game on IV
Might as well have a live feed
Keep a fresh cut from Aunt B
So I always match the picture in my ID
They packin’ Dub C and run with MAC 10
I was still a baby Similac then
And what the crack era did to black men
It had to be an error if you had a Cadillac then

[Vere 2: Busta Rhymes]
How I rock mine, I throw it up
Makin’ sure that you niggas all are on the same page
Powerful force, you better look both ways
Fuck that, I’m chokin’ niggas, it’s goin’ down
I’m from a different cloth, we the oracles of the sound
Skip town, hit ’em with impeccable pound
Lost, found, the way I flood it, niggas gon’ drown
Rip shit….oh, wait, wait, wait, wait….
I gotta do it again, I gotta do it again
You already know the script, roundhouse kick
She lookin’ at me, lickin’ her lip
Put my arm around her like a bowl of chip with the dip
With your bitch, what the fuck, niggas erupt
I got the half moon clip, that’s banana, a good planner
A new anger like a larger Bruce Banner, out the house
Nigga, if you open your mouth
Damn, nigga, if you open you mouth
Fuck the press, I’m leavin’ every room in a mess
Like herds of bulls with they aprons on and bakin’ soda
Keep it movin’, keep the convo short and bring a case of Henny
House of Pain, I control many
House of lies, where niggas go run, hide
Peep the way the scribe conflict with they real lives
(Nigga) Phonetic shit, we go bizarre
Bad news for niggas as I go emphatical, radical
Mention no animals, roamin’ like a czar
Every time I blah for the record, the shit splatter
The whole data, no bullshit, the boom bapper
I pull the gat up, whip the ship, come to bat up
When I pull up too niggas even your momma goin’ scatter