part of the plan, Cold Hate... Altered plane of my conception, one link upon the chain. Dissent the establishment, take pride in the absurd. Cold Hate
the establishment, take pride in the absurd. Cold Hate... I don't need your pity, despise your trust. Head full of anger, heart full of hate, twisted
: [Baby] Too many playa hatin niggas in this world [the B.G.] That's why we ride through this world wit da black girl [Baby] Keep my nina for self
Konrad's got a Beetle and Ludwig a Trabant And Willy's got a Merc and Erich's got a tank But that road only took me to a concrete dead end trap We're
hands for anything. [screaming AH] You are my favorite person in the whole world. Wish I could hate it. You are my favorite person in the whole wide world
Creation's eye I stand, my soul set free in Summerland! Mighty the strands of the universe A chaosvoid's tomb of dead worlds Hark! What? Divinity flows
wish your momma hold you Just wanna be a roller, money like Tommy Matola From slanging yoca cola, started off by moving boulders The world is getting colder
: Like the knife into my back Cold hate within my spine Freezing up my nerves This slow death consumes my mind Shock waves through my soul Compounding
demons and rescue mankind or the world we're all in will soon be sold to the thone of the evil payed with Lucifer's gold You can feel cold sweat running
dying realm As in a true hallucination Hate rises no authorities Consider this decision obscure Disorder of my dreams with wide open eyes I can see the cold
for everybody that's sipping Let's get loose now, skinny dipping Don't hate me cuz the Speedo I'm wearing Got your girlfriend staring, we out here Skies so clear, ice cold
though ?? Jamie tryin to keep it steady with the greeny on his lap Rude Boy wasn't lookin, we hit a crack head Flippin off the windshield, the motherfucker's dead
mortal possessions but restless just wanna go back Mellow entrapments captures the life of only the weak not from me they see the hate in my eyes She undresses I'm cold
death must come Slit his throat The knife is cleaned of his blood She leaves the body dead Going out to find another male Deserving of her callous hate
live by the gun you die by the same fate End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm That's the life of us raised by winter, it's a cold world Old girl turned
s how you cut the cake It's cold as hell, I show and tell Weezy home, our nigga out of jail In this give or take World I got what it takes Put you out
insane I am no longer of the living, but I am still not dead I'm somewhere in between, I am of the unseen I lived a lifetime of sorrow and hate, up until
cry 'cause the shoulder cries more I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world Forgive me I have but two faces One for the world One for God Save
