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Cold Skin

by TXMBZ

[Verse 1: Txmbz]
Been locked in my fortress, now they're coming with torches
Because my power's now conflicting with their habeas corpus
Know I'm killing everybody and they want to find the corpses
I'm an entity that's rising draining power from my sources
I'm doing what I please, ember gripping in my fingers blowing worries in the breeze
Wings flapping and wrapping until my fucking heart freeze
Sure I'm snappin and lappin them because I do this shit with ease
In the valley of the shadows walking with my cold skin
Motherfucker born to sin, Summon me like a Djinn
Being of free will and I'm searching down within, for the roads that I must travel see the ones where I been
Don't mind me gettin' high in my ride, [?]
I can't trust anybody so I think I'll stay inside, I'm a hermit I'm a myth solitary I slide
I move with the wind [?] It got flow, always gripping on the leaf I'm getting herb for the low
Riding with the storm and its never gonna slow
Kept my true form concealed but soon I'll let it show
Don't wanna see the sun because everyone will see my scars
Just keep my cloaked and fucking breaking cigars
See me on low bitch I'll never be a star and I'll never think other people are gonna get me far
Been in the dark since a youngin', I don't think I can fail because my whole life I've been nothin'
I'm fucking lurking and puffin' while [?] gets to crushing
A fucking xanny on the table then my head gets to rushing
Yeah I cauterize the womb but its still bleeding through
When my past is true as the poison I spew
Take a sip or two even a little bit of fucking change of view
And then I'm coming at the rate upon them like the wind that just blew
[Hook x2]
Cold world cold skin you better cop the heat
Because I seek the seat that won't face defeat
Nightcrawler stay lurkin' because you know I gotta' eat
Yes I'm here in the street give a fuck what you tweet
[Verse 2: Txmbz]
Contemplation is suicide in my motherfucking youth
You can take back and keep it I don't wanna' hear the the truth
Leave proof in the ruins once called a fucking booth
I ain't shinin' everybody 'round me got a gold tooth
Please leave me alone, been years up in this bitch and I ain't got no phone
Emitting EMPs from my fucking dead zone, head stone coming quick speaking with the wrong tone
Not to be optimistic but it's something realistic, probably wake up in the morning get to coppin' ballistics
And bitch when Armageddons here we used to call me a cynic
I'm fortified smoking dope take my mind to clinic
And bet I'll come back again, checking if you're worthy have you even learned since then
This an easy way to separate the boys from the men, contemplating all your writing now you shake with the pen