4th Disciple - Cold lyrics

[Hook: sample] (x3) I walked away and I left you cold [Intro: Hell Razah] This goes out This what y'all n***as all been waiting 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 j**els, we gon' walk on by and keep it moving Check it. Moving. Word up [Hell Razah] My thoughts be colorless, the undercover rich Haters loving it, watch the Hell King Tut' with it Queens bathtubbing it, my diamond's cutting it Sharp and on point, f** the tricks of the government Money rules the world, got my people suffering Cops busting in, handcuffing men 'til they wrist bleed Some read what they don't need, give to seed The Black, Lebanese, rabbis in green fatigues Microphone masked MCs, Maccabees Hard head MCs 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 struggling 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 [Hook] (x2) [Break: Hell Razah] Have to walk on by and keep it moving [Verse 2: Prodigal Sunn] I reminisce on 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, f** elegant, I represent For the ladies and gents, delinquents and peasants Everyday hungry, gun play on the Sunny Crews sweeter than honey, stars f** for all they money Stupid dummies, fifteen slugs flood the tummy Thugs wrapped like mummies, sipping Remy The clip empty, feeling shifty, swifty Highly intoxicated, simply infatuated 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 d**h wish, living selfish, I sort of felt this The fifth of September, he found them helpless and breathless [Hook] [Hell Razah] A daylight 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 Avirex 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 comrades get they guns from Arabs With the loot that they had, they rob more victims on the av Today cash, examples of the program Lord Sun of Man, stop k**ing 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, this one is aimed home [Hook] (x.3.5)