Lethal Dialect - Cold And Calculated lyrics

(Verse 1) Still lookin' with a street perspective Still tryna seek direction But I'm lookin' with a bleak perception Still tryna make key connections Still tryna get a weeks extension on this weed investment I still haven't been detected But I'm still a U.C short of being arrested And receiving a sentence for illegal possession Cos of dealing intentions paying legal expenses Tryna see it suspended So I have to be attentive But I still have beef intentions With a sham I don't need to mention Guess I see a need for vengence Cos I'm still being egocentric But listen 'til my breathing's still If it manifests then I believe it's meant You probably need to look deep to retrieve The message Sooner or later we'll all see the lesson (Hook) Cold and Calculated In attitude and etiquette (LD50 Style) The cold side harbours my criminal form Calculations form through an*lytical thoughts Cold and calculated I'm of the chosen few Don't speak to me unless... unless you're spoken to And for the rest of my days I'll remain cold and calculated Calculatedly cold (Verse 2) You never see me act hard done by That's to be kept interior Stressed inside with unaffected exterior Never hear me talk About the friends that I've lost The word lost means they were never friends at all If you see me don't attempt to pretend we talk Or call me ignorant when you get ignored I keep my circle small and it's justified I didn't just decide That we should just collide Truth is that you were just disloyal And what's sad is that I'm too hard headed to just look aside Tried to put you wide But that didn't work cos you'd just reply That I'm immature Well they say the biggest sign if maturity is admitting immaturity So either I'm purely immature Or Mature prematurely Better that than the unjust Of being just unworthy of being trusted (Hook) (Verse 3) See being too cold that's the difference Between indifference to sh** that would leave the mind totally twisted But being too Calculated? That's the difference between instinction and Paranoid inklings Me? I'm a mixture The genes I have are half of each That formulates catastrophe I used to try make relationships happen for me And anytime they broke down? Straight back to the streets On my money's manufactured from trees And trees manufacture money sh** the cash I received Invested into a dispatchal of weed A mathematical key divided into three Hundred three point point three's With point two extracted for me from each packet Maximum product is maximum profit Which goes back into manufacturing weed Which manufactures more cash Back into weed Back into cash You ask me That's more mutual than any f**ing marriage could be (Hook)