[Hook: Jay Spade] + (Common "The Corner" samples)
The world is cold
The block is hot as a stove
It's so hot
The world is cold, the block is hot as a stove
[Verse 1: Jay Spade]
It's a cold, cold world
I'm so, so thorough, Manhattan is my borough
From New York City, a witty and sly fellow
Smoking on some piff to keep my mind so mellow
Chillin' in the cut with a cup of that Hennessy
Watching all these gimmicks and pretend-to-be's mimick me
Silly You, there could never be another me
Whether punchlines or lyrically
Niggas try but they'll never finish me
These city streets blazing like Cajun
"Hot as a stove" the cops won't stop until you caged in
I keep my laces tied, just in case I gotta book it
I ain't tryna catch a case or spend a night in central bookings
[Bridge]
You gotta feel me
This the first hand perspective
From a kid that was rejected now I'm lyrically respected
The flow, yes, I perfected
I'm so focused on ascension..
That means I'm on the come up
You better pay attention
[Hook x2]
Hot summers and cold winters I bundle up
With a bundle in the concrete jungle, just to get some bucks
I hit the store for a dutch and I roll
Keep some weed on me when I'm alone or whenever I'm on the road
It's a, cold night in the heart of the city
Catching frostbite posted in the dark for some pennies
And I don't, want to get knocked for some bad luck
Tossed in the back of the car with handcuffs
Damn son, I just need a answer
Asking God "please, can I get a sign?"
The only thing the cops trying to give me is hella time
Feeling petrified as the paranoia kicking in
Twist another spliff, just to drift and start chillin'
The world is cold, The block is hot
And I'mma make it to the top
I think the world should know
I done overcame obstacles
Rose above the storm without form
What seems impossible is possible
[Bridge]
You gotta feel me
This the first hand perspective
From a kid that was rejected now I'm lyrically respected
The flow, yes, I perfected
I'm so focused on ascension..
That means I'm on the come up
You better pay attention
[Hook x2]
The world is cold
The block is hot as a stove
It's so hot
The world is cold, the block is hot as a stove
[Verse 1: Jay Spade]
It's a cold, cold world
I'm so, so thorough, Manhattan is my borough
From New York City, a witty and sly fellow
Smoking on some piff to keep my mind so mellow
Chillin' in the cut with a cup of that Hennessy
Watching all these gimmicks and pretend-to-be's mimick me
Silly You, there could never be another me
Whether punchlines or lyrically
Niggas try but they'll never finish me
These city streets blazing like Cajun
"Hot as a stove" the cops won't stop until you caged in
I keep my laces tied, just in case I gotta book it
I ain't tryna catch a case or spend a night in central bookings
[Bridge]
You gotta feel me
This the first hand perspective
From a kid that was rejected now I'm lyrically respected
The flow, yes, I perfected
I'm so focused on ascension..
That means I'm on the come up
You better pay attention
[Hook x2]
Hot summers and cold winters I bundle up
With a bundle in the concrete jungle, just to get some bucks
I hit the store for a dutch and I roll
Keep some weed on me when I'm alone or whenever I'm on the road
It's a, cold night in the heart of the city
Catching frostbite posted in the dark for some pennies
And I don't, want to get knocked for some bad luck
Tossed in the back of the car with handcuffs
Damn son, I just need a answer
Asking God "please, can I get a sign?"
The only thing the cops trying to give me is hella time
Feeling petrified as the paranoia kicking in
Twist another spliff, just to drift and start chillin'
The world is cold, The block is hot
And I'mma make it to the top
I think the world should know
I done overcame obstacles
Rose above the storm without form
What seems impossible is possible
[Bridge]
You gotta feel me
This the first hand perspective
From a kid that was rejected now I'm lyrically respected
The flow, yes, I perfected
I'm so focused on ascension..
That means I'm on the come up
You better pay attention
[Hook x2]
( Jay Spade )
www.ChordsAZ.com