Cold Killer - Calling out to hutch

lets start with the basics

but if you want me on my own level

then basics go out the door, enter the matrix

i am no trick, no gimmick, no limit

innit for the fucking 'win it', cold killer

leave dead bodies on my trail

for the wolves at my tail,

if you fear the fall, you go be appalled

kinda shit we do at the mall with a mic make you crawl for the alcol

me inside my own zone, over radiated, uranium officiated

time line alleviated, im at the top with a 20000ft drop, to the next huh

every new bar that i create has generations uncreated, cold killer

i aint trying to relate, my life aint that 'holy shit' type

i type on rappad cause i really love to write

stack rhymes, deep bars, too bad im only white

but its all right, on a warm summer night

i be ripe for the tide, so far ahead of my time they call me prototype

i aint trying to snipe, hutch i feel all your rhymes

i got respect for your time, but i aint standing in the line

I go hard cause i dont know any other way,

when you rise up of the streets, chances seem so scarce

my demons snort on gun powder as they grow louder

but i 'step up' on the stage, the crowd is ready for the mage, cold killer

i dont want the fame, but the flames of my life dont prolly feel the same

so if you come too close get ready for the burns, this is top game,

Cold killer.