Cory Joseph - Sub Zero lyrics

Yo Uh Yo, Uh [Verse 1] And these rapper don't know what happened I turn ‘em inside out and backwards I'm dropping bodies in the back woods To clean up you'll need, more than a vacuum I wait until the evening when the raccoons come I even leave them with a little bit of feeling Just enough chemicals balanced to stop all of your screaming You'll stop all of your breathing By the morning sun, I warned you one time Three billion people want to be each other I must be one of a kind I put it in rhyme, I put it on signs I'll put you in an ocean of past Doubters drowning who look at me to throw them a line Yeah, what do you call this? That was your ten seconds of shine I see you sitting at my table and drinking all of my wine I can't have it I'm not going back to live like Charlie Bucket with a piece of chocolate And a bowl of cold cabbage, in fact, I'll do the opposite I'm positively a match for this rap like the 80's is to crack Yeah But thank god I was born towards the end of that But even in the 90's and the double O's It's hard to dodge the traps, and the rats and the snakes You can't see it behind your back, every day is a haters birthday Trying to take my piece of cake, I'm like f** that Oh [Hook] This world's so cold Sub negative on the coast Yeah, so is my flow I see one or two try and step, they all have frozen toes I don't see ‘em anymore No, where do they go? This world's so cold Sub negative on the coast Yeah, so is my flow I see one or two try and step, they all have frozen toes I don't see ‘em anymore Where do they go? [Verse 2] And you'll probably never know I got icicle on my breath I be concerned for people safety at my shows Two sided monster like Macbeth, I'm royal DC buy my clothes [?] king is where I'll be after I depleted what's left of the O Think I've exceeded my limit? If I haven't, who knows? Heh, Now die, I'm high ‘till I find clouds in the sky I'll go and eat the moon like it's a piece of f**ing pie Up here I feel like I'm Galactus ‘cause this world will soon be mine I feel nothing except knowing the time that I flat line Confined in silence, wrapped in pine, final a**ignments Are predictable like my climate ‘Till I die, soft rappers'll get stuck on my jacket lining Enough of this f**ing stuff Out of luck when ruckus erupts Have your homies hanging your Chucks And people chucking their guts ‘Cause I'm sick, grew up on the sticks On an island with few individuals practising spit I tragically is Yeah, if they don't care to change it Yeah, I'll do me Rep 254 [?] Soon I'll move to 213 just so you know I'ma Rolling Stone to save my paps Yeah Give me my props and move along, that's how it go 'Cause I've been locked in this black box Yeah Patiently waiting to pop I shouldn't say blow, yo, that's no h*mo I say I take my time when they say that I'm moving slow You know me, sipping my wine, flicking my lighter Making my raps tighter Uh Yo [Hook 2] Where do they go? This world's so cold Sub negative on the coast Yeah, so is my flow I see one or two try and step, they all have frozen toes I don't see ‘em anymore Where do they go? This world's so cold Sub negative on the coast Yeah, so is my flow I see one or two try and step, they all have frozen toes I don't see ‘em anymore Where do they go?