Lyrical Breakdown of Cold Blooded - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Cold Blooded" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

Lyric Overview: Witness how Common weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Cold Blooded" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Common employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Cold blooded, cold blooded, hard core

Rough and rugged, rugged and raw

For you and your your, for you and your

You got the C to the, huh cold blooded

Ain't it huh, c'mon hard core

We take it higher

Yo, yo

My little daughter, started nursery school

Brother Com gotta make our move to

The stylist and violence with vibrance

The sign of times with rhyme shit is timeless

The mind is a terrible thing to spill

Rap life's like a dream that seems for real

A nigga wake up, superstar with no acres after

Travelin' the world to see paper's just paper

Streets take ya, back and forth like a shaker

I'm a slave to the rhythm's breakin' off

I get the job done

But some days I wanna take off

D be like, We ain't got no time for that

Questlove said, "We ain't got no time for that"

My old bird like, "We ain't got no time for that"

So I rhyme when my back hurts

Play the numbers from my grandmother like Kraftwerk

I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin

We're in to win with Hen's and Heineken's

Beast for each and greet the meek with speech

To seek and peak 'cause Pete, shit gets deep

I fuh fuh freak, styles that come out

At night when most cats pull the gun out

Go on and on and to the break off

When the sound run out, run out, r-run out

C uhh, yeah

Cold blooded

(C'mon)

Cold blooded

(Yeah)

Hardcore

(Hit 'em with the)

Rough and rugged

(C'mon)

Rugged and raw

(Hey)

For you and yours

You got the C, uhh

Cold blooded

(Yeah)

Cold blooded

(C'mon)

Hardcore

(Ain't it funky)

Rough and rugged

Rugged and raw

For you and yours

Yo yo, I I think I wanna taste these horns

I want you to taste these horns, c'mon now

C, the cold blooded

(Uh)

Cold blooded

(Yeah)

Hardcore

(Ain't it)

Rough and rugged

(Uh)

Rugged and raw

Yeah baby that's what I'm talkin' about

C'mon, give 'em, give us a little more

For you and yours

C to the, cold blooded

(Na, na-nasty)

Cold blooded, hardcore

(C'mon)

Rough and rugged, rugged and raw

(Yo, aight let let me get a little taste of this here)

For you and yours

The simps, please uhh uhh uhh uhh

These studs mention me, uhh uhh uhh uhh

As a, intense MC, sent to be the reign

On the industry I came

With penitentiary talk, Coke and a Hennesey walk

My imagery talks, metaphors and similes stalk

Time for war, my artillery caulks the hardest nigga

I'm killin 'em soft

Dealin' with golf, gettin' blowed on the course

I be dissin' magazines, but then buy The Source

Can't explain why the force, is with me

Known to bring a rapper down like Bobby did Whitney

Sophisticated sissies strut like this is Beat Street in backpacks

Braggin' how they don't eat meat and abstract

I backsmack 'em with they skateboard, flee the crime scene

With a rhyme scheme to escape frauds

Make broads become Queens

Run things like a rasta sprinter

The way you want the game I rub off like Henner

I remain like a tattoo with natural raps

Copy like a fax that's y'all actual facts

Battle raps is where it began

I'ma end it wherever I land

I done thought of, a master plan, it goes

C to the, cold blooded

(Yeah, c'mon)

Cold blooded

(Ya know)

Hardcore

(Ain't it)

Rough and rugged

(C'mon)

Rugged and raw

For you and yours

You got the C to the cold blooded

(C'mon)

Cold blooded hardcore

Rough and rugged

Rugged and raw

For you and yours

You got the C to the

Cold blooded

(Yeah, hey)

Cold blooded

(Na-nasty, yo yo)

Hardcore

Rough and rugged

Rugged and raw

(Ain't it, ain't it)

For you and yours

You got the C to the cold blooded

Cold blooded

(C'mon)

Hardcore

Rough and rugged

Rugged and raw

For you and yours