Cold Blood - Blazin' Up lyrics

Hook Yo I be blazin up Last time I checked I had amazing stuff Blazing up The stacks in my bank account are saving up Raise your cup Yo I be blazin up I threw a fastball, now I'm changing up No longer gazing up, blazin up Verse 1 On Doo Rags I was all about emoting on a beat Now me and my bro's taking turns openly beefing, going globally ham Setting the clock to recite our work like a poetry slam Cept the problem is nobody filling the page, for sh** to go on the tape So when we rape a beat, it feels like I'm the only one that got some sh** to say And I always got a verse when I hop in a rage Writing is my escape when I feel I'm going insane The ice vein turns on and the rage drains onto the page Glazed eyes blaze as I snap out of a daze I am doing homework mom I'm setting this essay ablaze Hook Verse 2 Think it's a mistake to diss Drake Well I'll say it to his face, miss fake a** See through words, here's a preview of what you got in the near future You got no game like these sneakerheads No name, weak or dead is the remnants of a roughing The sandust of real life manhunt in these foxwoods there's no bluffing Just pushing and shoving, fakest since Puffy was thuggin Ducking from swings, clubber coming to close You'll be running, huffing and puffing when the car slows Same one they shot big in No rhythm even if Biggie writ em Tryna s** off his dick before Diddy and Lil Kim did em Don't bring out the beast even more Exploring and conquering like a conquistador What you got Drizzy? I'm taking the moon like Gru and his minions You can come if you want I'm sure they got Indians Ur turning black people white like the late King of Pop Made it the thing to sing in hip hop, stop You got all these soft thugs flailing and flopping Now they bailing on Pac Saying that he woulda turned soft But if he hadn't been shot you wouldn't be here to talk You couldn't just pay your way to the top, you'd have to work your way up It's like these big men in the NBA getting there squarely on height I'm shedding new light on the music industry, when I'm done spitting I bite I'm just fighting for what's right In the process sh**ting on the mic Hook Verse 3 I'm just sitting here jotting down phrases, blazing Plotting in stages, phrases turning into pages on back of cla** junk But at the same time a lyrical acrobat stunt Staring at a chalkboard, lack of talk heard, stomach growling when's lunch time It's test time, the best time, not the worst to write a verse Girthing rhymes together in a loop, rounder than the earth, curse reversed rebirthed first Like the Red Sox in eighty six now they're first to worst That's what my rhymes are worth, true facts True or false, multiple choice is just a gullible joke They say different strokes for different folks but if you stroke me I'll toast you The blood can be the egg yolk dripping down the side of the fork I'm just sealing the top like a cork, fresh wound on your mouth newer than york Go ham I'll go pork It's kinda weird that while all these are people sitting calmly around I'm writing a gory story, you'd be surprised of some of the things that I've said Maybe you should go back and check Or maybe not, if you don't wanna worry, that I'm a little messed up in the head No joke, slow poke, I got my arms crossed People sleeping on me know, I'm the alarm clock Getting carried away with my thoughts, carrying the game on my back Chip on my shoulder Older dumba**es getting shown up by a kid colder than polar weather They can't read between the lines, illiterate Mayweather I'm sharper than cheddar, tougher than leather Got a couple feathers in my headdress to measure my greatness Word spreading widely, faster than poison Ivy, yo I be Blazin