• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Too Cold - Vanilla Ice
• Tecolote - Bread
• The Gold - DJ Clue
• Take Hold - Shawn McDonald
• The Cold - Ramp
• Too Cold - Roots Manuva
• Too Cold - Current Swell
• Toggled - Josh Tobin
• The Child - Van Helsing's Curse
• The Cold - Flotsam & Jetsam
• Day We Killed - Five Iron Frenzy

All right stop, collaborate and listen
Ice is back I got a brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop? Yo-I don't know
Now turn off the lights (huh) and I'll glow
And to the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Too cold, too cold
Too cold, too cold
Too cold, too cold
Too cold
but you be talkin' that shi*
Dance, bum rush the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, now as I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it, you better gain way
You better hit the bull's eye, the kid don't play
And if there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby
Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby
Take heed, 'cause I'm a lyrical poet
Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style is like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed, this is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and know you wanna step with this
Swamp plays on the fade, slice like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast, Other DJ's say "damn"
If rhyme was a drug, you know I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic and when I kick my juice
And if there was a problem, you know that I would solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it.
Ice Ice Baby (throw your hands in the air, let me know you're out there)
Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby (throw your hands in the air, let me know you're out there)
Ice Ice Baby, too fuc*in' cold
Too cold, too cold, too cold, too cold
Ice Ice Baby
Too cold, too cold
Ice Ice Baby
Too cold, too cold
Ice Ice Baby
Too cold, too cold
Ice Ice Baby

Voodoo woman made a doll of me
And ever since then I been in misery
She said I did her pretty little daughter bad
And ever since then she's been driving me mad
Let me go, let me go, Tecolote
Set me free, let me be, Tecolote
Drums keep beatin' in my head all night
Poltergeists knockin' on my left and right
Pain and a fever running 103
Just because her daughter wants to marry me
Rather die, rather die than get married
Let me go, tell her no, tell her no
(Solo)
You heard my story and you now know why
A strange old woman makes a grown man cry
And next time a pretty pretty turns your head
You better take a look at her mother instead
Let me go, let me go, Tecolote

Shimmering… Glimmering… glistening… that’s the gold
Shimmering… Glimmering… glistening… that’s the gold
Shimmering… Glimmering… glistening… that’s the gold
Dudes come in heavy but they leave out light homey
Married to robberies leave you holy in matrimony
He leavin out the club security round him
But you aint thinking bout that when your stomach is growlin
I can taste so bad that my heart is poundin
Thinking if I get this nigga itll be a couple of thousands
Told my dude follow his whip make sure you don’t lose him
Almost got caught at the light run that you stupid
I got an eye for this shit and I don’t need no specs
Cause I can see the ice glisten through the 5 percent
Saw him stop at the deli prolly fold some dutches
Bout to creep till jake pulled up them muhfukers
Nervous a lil sumthin but that shit wore off
Yea right about the time that jake peeled off
Dude takin too long fuck he buyin the store?
Fuck it run up in that bitch and lets catch them all
Cause the all
See the full arm…. Shimmering….
Damn you see the charm … Glimmering….
Yea he got a lot of things…. Glistening
And if P get a word… that’s the gold
Yea that’s a gang load of ice…. Shimmering
Yea its lookin real nice… Glimmering
Nigga got the rose gold … glistening
And it Hav get a word…. That’s the gold...
Fuck you and all that shit you pop
You aint a general nigga you a fuckin flunk
Matter fact come through with those diamond chunks
And Im takin all of that of you my dun
And im already sparkling
I don’t need this shit..
But fuck that, that’s a whole lotta cash
Couple cars for the squadron
A few weeks with at the suite with my sweetie
From across the map
Get him
And that means it’s a go
Like the wizard of oz I turn the green lights on you
Stick niggas like needles.
Im sharp like needles and super on point for the peoples
The bells the police bitch and if I go broke ill be doin this more often..
The rings and the wrist… watch before I put your brains in a coffin...
See the full arm…. Shimmering….
Damn you see the charm … Glimmering….
Yea he got a lot of things…. Glistening
And if P get a word… that’s the gold
Yea that’s a gang load of ice…. Shimmering
Yea its lookin real nice… Glimmering
Nigga got the rose gold … glistening
And it Hav get the word…. That’s the gold...
Aint no use in tuckin that chain
Cause I can see you in the spot you was mister bling bling
Yea the wheels of motion it done been arranged
And im just waitin that ass to hop in that range
Put a bad bitch on him .. all he thinking is pussy..
See Dudes want that honey all we want is the goodies
2 way in back and forth and 2 cars back
Aint nobody tryin to recognize this fucked up Ac (acura)
Know a nigga waitin patient shorty hit me back
She know I got caught at the light told me where to catch up
I gotta get this muhfucka so im doin a buck
Better slow the fuck down b’fore I get locked up
Told her take him to a parkin lot one in the cut
It Might look a lil fishy but niggas wan nut
Hurry up got there before the windows fogged up
Open up the door nigga give that up cause you are
Shimmering ….
Damn you see the charm … Glimmering….
Yea he got a lot of things…. Glistening
And if P get a word… that’s the gold
Yea that’s a gang load of ice…. Shimmering
Yea its lookin real nice… Glimmering
Nigga got the rose gold … glistening

There is no hope up in your eyes,
As if the blue had left your skies,
The sadness fills you cheeks of stone,
Maybe you believe you are alone.
Your face is shone with quiet despair,
As if this was what you chose to wear,
Your sin you strap upon your chest,
As if there was no longer rest, longer rest.
Take hold, don't give up.
You gotta make the best of what you got,
Give it all, your best shot,
Take hold, don't give up.
Your heart seems to have hit the floor,
But I do believe you're meant to soar,
The enemy's wounds, they must go deep,
But I pray the Lord your soul to keep.
There is no taking back those days a gone,
But now it's your chance just to move on.
Make the best of the life you live,
'Cause before Him you soon will give.

Lost In the nervous haze Finding Out myself
Severing the doubts from the aim Keeping the passion inflamed
Between the "easy way...of no choice"
Twisted in lies You haunt me ...you give me the cold Feeding up my ghosts...my evil spring...within...The cold
I live the chaos of my dreams and my regrets I burst in silence cunning demons, life prospects
Ripping my reason sustain Drawing a logical frame
Inside the "normal chain...of no choice"
Twisted in lies You haunt me ...you give me the cold Feeding up my ghosts...my evil spring...within...The cold
I ear your words...I get confused...They seem so right...Still I refuse So far I am... So close I've been...Should I forget? ...Or should I still dream...
I think and drift throughout this thoughts in every ways I ear the voice, the constant speech, the constant claim
Shouting for simple repay Proving that I can't delay
The usual "empty stage...of no choice"
Twisted in lies You haunt me ...you give me the cold Feeding up my ghosts...my evil spring...within...The cold

(Intro) T, Too Cold, T, T, T, Too Cold.
(Chorus)
I'm too cold, I'm too cold, I'm too cold
I'm too old, I'm too old, I'm too old
And it shows, and it shows, and it shows
And you know, and you know, and you know
Sometimes I hate myself, sometimes I love myself
Sometimes I hate myself, sometimes I love myself
Ah where the fuck man?
We can't stay brup man
We never stuck man
We on the up man
I do my nut man
Puke up my gut man
I'm a such and such man
I don't know much man
I pay my dues man
Now I'm confused man
Scabby vampires wanna run, come along come use man
The same old news man
We bring the blues man
My baby left me because I wouldn't buy new shoes man
We win or lose man
Don't ask me for a twos man
Buy your own fags man
Mind you get stabbed man
Don't you see that we some big broad bad man
Born and bred in this big bored bad land
Known all over the world as a mad man
Life is hard but it's just too bad man
(Chorus)
I spoke with my money
This ain't a joke money
Banana boat money
Banana vote money
Food on a plate money
Real or fake money
Lose or take money
At times I hate money
It's money that makes money makes people act funny
Civilized men start to act gunny gunny
Take your life in a second with the right kind of money
Life in the west we obsessed by money
Mind how you worship, you can't be blessed by money
I do the best with all my money
Progress with my money
Invest with my money
Touch breasts with my money
Get sex with my money
Get vexxed with my money
Respect for my money means I feed my tummy
Blessed be my pound, get my food down dummy
(Chorus)
Rhyme squalor from the school of the hooligan
Backing out the tool once you get too hectic
Smacking up the bwan turn the bwan is epilectic
I'm on some next shit
Dudes respect it
I'm the eclectic
Known for my eccentric
You can't prevent this I'm the God blessed God sent
this
Uk rhyme saviour, no never quite
That was just some media totallaty hype
I ain't the best MC, or the worst MC
But I got certification I'm the first MC
I flip the flip, the new flip, the old flip
I zip my lip but I still zip my...
Get drunk quick
Don't done this shit
That's the bwan Smith
Nothing to prove
Mad at the moon
Now they too long to tune
Loving these boobs (?)
Seen too many crews with all of my views
Roots Manuva who the hell is it, MC, MC
And furthermore that's the only MC
The only MC
(Chorus)

Too cold too cold
drop below at night
we still go out side
we still go out side
too cold too cold
we will not relax
relaxing's just another way for saying you're getting old
you're getting old
you're getting old
This city shuts down
Yes, everybody's still hanging around
still not warm, too cold, too cold
still refuse our home, still refuse our home
Relaxing's just another way for saying you're getting old
Old, old
You're getting old, old
You're getting old, old
You're getting old
You're getting old
This city shuts down
Yes, everybody's still hanging around
still not warm, still not warm
still refuse our home
Old, old
We're getting old, old
You're getting old, old
We're getting old
We're getting old
We're getting old, old
You're getting old
You're getting old
You're getting old
It's cold, too cold
It's cold, too cold
It's cold, too cold

Counter-Strike Hacking is very bad.
Yo I got fake steam I.D. though.
(C-Strike C-Strike)
Fuck here comes a hacker with an aim bot on
Everybody tryin to find the r-con
There's no administrator in sight
Those tuckin nubuz will just have to fight!
Without hackers C.S. wouldn't be the same
He turned on his wall hack wow how lame
With his hacks he could hit the top of a pen
But he doesn't realize hacking's a sin!
Here comes the zoom to the speed to the walls
Those damn hackers don't have any balls
When it comes to skills they do not compete
Hackers just don't understand they're not leet!
Now I'm on a death trap ooh I got fragged
Now they can't say that I was lagged
If you want your skills to go up more
Go to OGC and become a haxor!
Everybody in this pub getting toggled
(Everybody in this pub getting toggled)
Everybody in this pub getting toggled
(Everybody in this pub getting toggled)
Everybody in this pub getting toggled
(Everybody in this pub getting toggled)
Everybody in this pub getting toggled
Great here comes the hacker to the fourth power
He playes C.S. like he is sour
Starts talking like he is Cal-I
But the nubz know it's all a lie!
He says check my steam I.D.
All you nubuz will just have to see,
I'm a member of H4L
All you OGL scrubs can go to hell!
Here comes the aim to the ESP
Once again he just toggled on me
Man you're never gonna get a wife
Cause your clan is Hackerz 4 Life!
Now he starts hacking even more
He turns himself into an AWP-ER
I'm not hacking I'm just lanning
Turn your skillz off or I'm banning!
Everybody in this pub getting toggled
(Everybody in this pub getting toggled)
Everybody in this pub getting toggled
(Everybody in this pub getting toggled)
Everybody in this pub getting toggled
(Everybody in this pub getting toggled)
Everybody in this pub getting toggled
Yes, pick on the admin with his r-con rights
These haxors now surrounded by lights
This scrub black man doesn't have back-up
The admin says to the haxor sup!
Sup man all this is just for fun
My hacking career is now all done
I find Tony this hacking was great
Do you think my whining is a bit too late!
Here comes the slap to the slay to the ban
That haxor you shoulda seen how he ran
Oh please admin give me one more chance
Shut the f**k up and give up and dance!
Every Hacker in this pub getting banned
(Every Hacker in this pub getting banned)
Every Hacker in this pub getting banned
(Every Hacker in this pub getting banned)
Every Hacker in this pub getting banned
(Every Hacker in this pub getting banned)
Every Hacker in this pub getting banned
(Everybody in this pub getting toggled)
(Everybody in this pub getting toggled)
(Everybody in this pub getting toggled)
(Everybody in this pub getting toggled)
This song was pwned by Shmidt.

"It has been said, 'There are thousands hacking at the
branches of evil,
To one who is striking at the roots.'
But who would that be?
There must be someone willing to look into the 'eye of
hell,'
Yet all who try...die.
From the mewling, grief stricken throng steps forward one
dauntless soul
Willing to strike at the looks of evil.

Baby, oh
Even in my heart I see
You're not bein' true to me
Deep within my soul I feel
Nothing's like it used to be
Sometimes I wish I could turn back time
Impossible as it may seem
But I wish I could so bad baby
Quit play's games with my heart
Quit playin' games with my heart (with my heart)
Before you tear us apart (my heart)
Quit playin' games with my heart
I should've known from the start
You know you've gotta stop (from my heart)
You're tearin' us apart (my heart, my heart)
Quit playin' games with my heart
I live my life the way
To keep you comin' back to me
Everything I do is for you
So what is it that you can't see
Sometimes I wish I could turn back time,
Impossible as it may seem
But I wish I could so bad, baby
You better quit playin' games with my heart
Quit playin' games with my heart (with my heart)
Before you tear us apart (my heart)
Quit playin' games with my heart
I should've known from the start
You know you've gotta stop (from my heart)
You're tearin' us apart (my heart, my heart)
Quit playin' games with my heart
Quit playin' games
Baby, baby the love that we had was so strong
Don't leave me hangin' here forever
Oh baby, baby this is not alright, let's stop this tonight
Baby, oh
Quit playin' games
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na baby
Na na na na na
Sometimes I wish I could turn back time,
Impossible as it may seem
But I wish I could so bad, baby
Quit playin' games with my heart
Quit playin' games with my heart (with my heart)
Before you tear us apart (my heart)
Quit playin' games with my heart
I should've known from the start
You know you've gotta stop (from my heart)
You're tearin' us apart (my heart, my heart)
Quit playin' games with my heart
Quit playin' games with my heart
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na baby
Na na na na na
Quit playin' games with my heart
Na na na na na na
with my heart
with my heart

Into mass graves we've shoveled lives
a massive pipeline for the lies
a past so vast with genocide
and ignorance we hide behind
You say that we are done with this
turn blind eyes and still dismiss
chalk this up as something passed
and still create a lower caste
chorus
Lies
The way you live shows no remorse
for the day/ the day we killed Crazy Horse
Innocence with glassy eyes
kill the nation, steal their pride
On broken backs we build empires
twisting spines for the steeple spires
How many people can you kill?
look at your twenty dollar bill
Do you see third world poverty
inside the lines of your country?
And now to treaties we are loyal