Sub Zero

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[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'll 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 fuck that

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[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
Gyoza 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 fucking 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 assignments
Are predictable like my climate
‘Till I die, soft rappers’ll get stuck on my jacket lining
Enough of this fucking 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 homo
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
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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

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?