Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now

Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now

Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now

Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now

For every New York minute, there be a minute in York

And for every minute in York, there's a bog-body corpse

From the top of the North to the opposite Pole

From the frozen ground of the Dene to the Aussie soul

From the botty line in the bogs to the Schmutzdecke

To the outer edge of the ozone, it's bone cold

Demiurge callin' the squall, skull on a brawl

Bogie callin' the cold, sold all of our soul

And that's a double entendre, I hope you got it, bro

Y'all ain't got a clue, too slow, I got to go

I gotta go, ain't gotta be cold-hearted to know

You gotta be cold-hearted to grow, you know

But it get cold-hearted as you go

In the Land of the Ice and Snow

Gotta get your hands on the fire, get warm, gotta hold

Can't lose your grip, can't lose control

When it get cold-hearted as you go

In the Land of the Ice and Snow

You gotta get your hands on the fire, get warm, gotta hold

Can't lose your grip, can't lose control

And you know that's a double entendre, I hope you got it, bro

You gotta be cold-hearted to grow, you know

Ain't gotta be cold-hearted to know

You ain't gotta be cold-hearted to know

You gotta be cold-hearted to grow, you know

You ain't gotta be cold-hearted to know

You ain't gotta be cold-hearted to know

You ain't gotta be cold-hearted to know

You gotta be cold-hearted to grow, you know

Saber tooth, duck huntin', Daisy Dukes

White feather, ankle wrapped, race the coupe

Got the heat with me, laser on, navy suit

I'm never crazy, if I'm crazy, it's in your favor too

Gold alloy chamberin' through a saber tooth

Cross paths, knowin' the fate, told me I had to shoot

Had the notion, actin' it out, "There ain't no need to move"

From then on, callin' my spirit with me to see it through

True, break through the ceiling, higher than flight school

Microchip is under the skin, they knew the fight rules

Mothership is liftin' the dead, light blue

Light the booth, voice of the youth

Spittin' like the guys you aspire to

Crowd swimmin', servin' 'em, Tide Pods

Warhead shells, lead out the sky

Rearrange the surface with lyrics and my purpose

Soul searchin', diamonds out the earth

Birthin' what I'm learnin', I'm a serpent in the fire

'Cause I will not take an L

Huntin' for the pelt

I'ma do it by myself

Put the boy on the shelf

Can't have me on the shelf

Makin' sure my shit sell

Fuck what you talkin' 'bout

I'ma be out on the prowl

And I will not take an L

Huntin' for the pelt

I'ma do it by myself

Put the boy on the shelf

Can't have me on the shelf

Makin' sure my shit sell

Fuck what you talkin' 'bout

I'ma be out on the prowl

And I will not take an L

I will not take an L

I will not take an L

I will not take an L

And I will not take an L

I will not take an L

I will not take an L

I will not take an L

All eyes on me like some ass and some titties

Got a flash, not a mag, that's a glizzy

Cops behind, I dash, they won't get me

(Blat, blat) He turn into ash, into Whitney

When I dash, it's a mystery

But, uh, if you blink, you'll miss me

If you see my face, it gets ugly

At my own pace, you can't rush me

Run through the woods with a AK (Okay)

Bullets chop him down, call it All-State

Keep a rifle on me like a ball game

Black mask on my face, no blackface

Smack him in his face with a briefcase

No P. Diddy, no B.I.G. or Mase

C-4 in the building, it gets messy

I know these pigs out here tryna test me

He said he wanna catch me in the streets

When he catch me in the streets, he did nothing

He did nothing, when he saw me, he did nothing

You are frontin', you are bluffin'

You are soft, you are soft, you are soft

You a sucker, you a sucker, you a sucker

You are, you are

You a sucker, you a sucker, you a sucker

You are soft, you are soft, you are soft

You are frontin', you are bluffin'

He did nothing, when he saw me, he did nothing

He did nothing

He said he wanna catch me in the streets

When he catch me in the streets, he did nothing

I know these pigs out here tryna test me

C-4 in the building, it gets messy

No P. Diddy, no B.I.G. or Mase

Smack him in his face with a briefcase

Black mask on my face, no blackface

Keep a rifle on me like a ball game

Bullets chop him down, call it All-State

Run through the woods with a AK (Okay)

At my own pace, you can't rush me

If you see my face, it gets ugly

If you blink, you'll miss me

When I dash, it's a mystery

But, uh, he turn into ash, into Whitney

(Blat, blat) Cops behind, I dash, they won't get me

Got a flash, not a mag, that's a glizzy

All eyes on me like some ass and some titties

And I will not take an L

I will not take an L

I will not take an L

I will not take an L

And I will not take an L

I will not take an L