Cold World
Genius feat. D'Angelo Inspectah Deck & Streetlife Lyrics


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I had a bad dream
Don't be afraid, bad dreams are only dreams
What a time you chose to be born in

Babies crying, brothers dying, and brothers getting knocked
Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down
In this cold, cold world
It was the night before New Year's, and all through the fucking projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
And blasted on the spot before the pigs were there
You know hoods, robbers, snipers new in sight, fuck blue and white
They escape before them flash the fucking lights
Gunshots, shatter first-floor window panes
Shells hit the ground and blood stained the dice game
Whether pro-calisthenic, any style you set it
Beat niggas toothless, physically cut up like gooses
But with iron on the sides, thugs took no excuses
Therefore, your fifty-two handblocks was useless
Links was snatched off necks, scars on throats
Jackets took, after bullet rips through coats
Against those who felt the cold from the steel made em fold
And squeal, once the metal hit the temple of his grill
Construction worker, who was caught for his bomber
No time to swing the hammer that was hanging from his farmer's
And it's bugged how some niggas catch slugs
And pockets dug from everything except check stubs
And it does, sound ill like wars in Brownsville
Or fatal robberies in Red Hook where feds look
For fugitives to shoot cops, niggas laying on roof tops
For his cream he stashed in a shoebox
But he was hot, and the strip was filled with young killers
You don't suspect, so cops creep like caterpillars
And born thieves stay hooded with extra bullets
Those who try to flee they hit the vertebrae, increase the murder rate
Similar to hit men who pull out Tecs and then
Drop those who crack like tacos from Mexican
Rapid, like recipients cashing checks again
Back to the motherfucking spot on Lexington

We be running from the cops, busting off shots
Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down
In this cold, cold world

We be running from the cops, busting off shots
Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down
In this cold, cold world

Yo, no time to freeze, undercovers ease up in Grand Prixs
And seize packages and pocket the currency
Cliques control strips full clips are sprayed
Yellow tape barricades sidewalks where bodies lay
Madness strikes at twelve o'clock midnight
Stick-up kids on the ground broke the staircase light
And I stays harassed, scrambling for petty cash
Jakes on my ass young bucks is learning fast
357's and 44's
Bought inside corner stores, their fire sparks the wars
Hospital floors surrounded by the law
Homicide questioning while the Jakes guard the door
My hood stay tense, loyalty puts strength in my team
Cause niggas' main concern is CREAM
Some niggas in the jet black Gallant
Shot up the Chinese restaurant, for this kid named Lamont
I thought he was dead but instead he missed the kid
And hit a twelve-year-old girl in the head, and then fled
Tactical narcotic task force, back off fast
Cause the crime boss is passing off cash
Extortions for portions of streets, causes beef
Having followers of Indians trying to play Chief
You witness the saga, casualties and drama
Life is a script, I'm not an actor but the author
Of a modern-day opera, where the main character
Is presidential papers, the dominant factor

We be running from the cops, busting off shots
Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down
In this cold, cold world

We be running from the cops, busting off shots




Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down
In this cold, cold world

Overall Meaning

"Cold World" is a powerful and evocative rap song that captures a vivid snapshot of life in the inner city. The lyrics are full of explicit violence and desperation, portraying a world where babies cry, brothers die, and violence is an ever-present reality. The opening lines, "I had a bad dream / Don't be afraid, bad dreams are only dreams / What a time you chose to be born in," suggest that the songwriter feels trapped in a world that is beyond their control, but also accepting of it.


The verses that follow paint a bleak picture of life on the streets, with gunfire, gang wars, and police brutality all commonplace. The second verse tells the story of a construction worker who is caught in the crossfire of a drive-by shooting, while the third verse describes the struggles of a young man who is trying to make a living on the streets while avoiding the attention of the police. The chorus, "We be running from the cops, busting off shots / Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down / In this cold, cold world," conveys a sense of exhaustion and desperation, but also a defiant survival instinct.


One interesting aspect of "Cold World" is the collaboration between four different rap artists: Genius, D'Angelo, Inspectah Deck, and Streetlife. Each of their voices brings a different perspective to the song, with D'Angelo providing a soulful hook and Genius, Inspectah Deck, and Streetlife each delivering hard-hitting verses that complement each other well. The song has been praised for its gritty realism and for its ability to capture the unique challenges and dangers of life in the inner city.


Line by Line Meaning

I had a bad dream
The singer had a scary dream.


Don't be afraid, bad dreams are only dreams
The singer is reassuring someone who is scared of a bad dream.


What a time you chose to be born in
The singer comments on how difficult the current time period is.


Babies crying, brothers dying, and brothers getting knocked
The artist lists the harsh realities of life in their community.


Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down
The artist feels trapped and overwhelmed by the dangers of their neighborhood.


In this cold, cold world
The singer emphasizes the harshness of their environment.


It was the night before New Year's, and all through the fucking projects
The singer sets the scene for a violent night in their low-income housing development.


Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Gun violence was rampant and constant that night.


Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
The artist is trapped outside with people who want to cause them harm.


And blasted on the spot before the pigs were there
The artist and their friends were attacked before the police could arrive on the scene.


You know hoods, robbers, snipers new in sight, fuck blue and white
The singer describes the various criminals who are a threat to them and expresses mistrust of the police.


They escape before them flash the fucking lights
The criminals get away before the police can catch them.


Gunshots, shatter first-floor window panes
The violence is so intense that it damages people's homes.


Shells hit the ground and blood stained the dice game
People were gambling when the violence broke out and some were hurt or killed in the crossfire.


Whether pro-calisthenic, any style you set it
The singer is boasting about their physical strength and fighting abilities.


Beat niggas toothless, physically cut up like gooses
The artist is describing how they fight and hurt their opponents.


But with iron on the sides, thugs took no excuses
Criminals carry weapons and don't hesitate to use them.


Therefore, your fifty-two handblocks was useless
Someone who thought they were tough got beaten easily.


Links was snatched off necks, scars on throats
People were robbed and hurt during the violence.


Jackets took, after bullet rips through coats
People's clothes were damaged during the violence.


Against those who felt the cold from the steel made em fold
The people who were shot or threatened with guns were scared and intimidated.


And squeal, once the metal hit the temple of his grill
Someone was hurt so badly that they cried out in pain.


Construction worker, who was caught for his bomber
A person who worked in construction was arrested for a crime.


No time to swing the hammer that was hanging from his farmer's
The man didn't even have time to use the tool he was carrying.


And it's bugged how some niggas catch slugs
The singer is frustrated and confused by how some people get shot.


And pockets dug from everything except check stubs
People are stealing and robbing to survive.


And it does, sound ill like wars in Brownsville
The singer compares the violence to a warzone in a different neighborhood.


Or fatal robberies in Red Hook where feds look
The artist references a location where the police are actively trying to solve crimes.


For fugitives to shoot cops, niggas laying on roof tops
Violent criminals are hiding and shooting at the police, while people are also getting hurt.


For his cream he stashed in a shoebox
The singer talks about a drug dealer hiding their money.


But he was hot, and the strip was filled with young killers
The criminal was in danger because many people wanted to hurt him.


You don't suspect, so cops creep like caterpillars
The police are trying to catch criminals who blend in with the community.


And born thieves stay hooded with extra bullets
Criminals wear clothes that hide their identities and carry extra weapons.


Those who try to flee they hit the vertebrae, increase the murder rate
If anyone tries to run away, they will be shot and killed.


Similar to hit men who pull out Tecs and then
This line is cut off in the song but likely refers to hit men using guns to kill people.


Drop those who crack like tacos from Mexican
This line is cut off in the song but likely refers to people who easily give in to interrogation and confess.


Rapid, like recipients cashing checks again
Criminals are quick to act and commit crimes again and again.


Back to the motherfucking spot on Lexington
The singer is returning to a location they have been before.


We be running from the cops, busting off shots
The singer and their friends are frequently in danger and need to fight back.


Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down
The artist feels trapped and overwhelmed by the violence and danger in their neighborhood.


In this cold, cold world
The artist emphasizes how harsh and dangerous the world is for them.


Yo, no time to freeze, undercovers ease up in Grand Prixs
The singer is always on guard because the police could be hiding nearby.


And seize packages and pocket the currency
The police are corrupt and stealing money and drugs during arrests.


Cliques control strips full clips are sprayed
Violent groups are in control and using guns to hurt each other.


Yellow tape barricades sidewalks where bodies lay
Crime scenes are closed off with yellow tape, indicating someone has died or been hurt.


Madness strikes at twelve o'clock midnight
Violence can happen at any time, including the middle of the night.


Stick-up kids on the ground broke the staircase light
People are committing crimes, and as a result, things in public spaces (like lights) are damaged or broken.


And I stays harassed, scrambling for petty cash
The artist is constantly being bothered and is struggling financially.


Jakes on my ass young bucks is learning fast
The police are targeting the singer and young people are quickly learning to avoid the authorities.


357's and 44's bought inside corner stores, their fire sparks the wars
Guns are easily accessible and are used to start violence.


Hospital floors surrounded by the law
The hospitals are busy with victims of violence and the police are investigating.


Homicide questioning while the Jakes guard the door
The police are questioning potential witnesses while also keeping the area safe from further harm.


My hood stay tense, loyalty puts strength in my team
The artist's community is close-knit and has each other's backs.


Cause niggas' main concern is CREAM
People are focused on making money, often through illegal means.


Some niggas in the jet black Gallant
Some people are driving a nice car.


Shot up the Chinese restaurant, for this kid named Lamont
Someone got hurt or killed during a violent incident at a restaurant.


I thought he was dead but instead he missed the kid
The artist thought someone was killed but they actually survived.


And hit a twelve-year-old girl in the head, and then fled
An innocent child was hurt during the violence and the perpetrator got away.


Tactical narcotic task force, back off fast
The police specialized team is withdrawing from a situation.


Cause the crime boss is passing off cash
The leader of a criminal organization is giving money to someone.


Extortions for portions of streets, causes beef
Criminals are taking over certain streets and asserting their dominance through violence and threats.


Having followers of Indians trying to play Chief
People who are not leaders are trying to act like they are in charge.


You witness the saga, casualties and drama
The violence and crime in the singer's community is ongoing and they witness it frequently.


Life is a script, I'm not an actor but the author
The artist believes that their life is predetermined or controlled by outside forces.


Of a modern-day opera, where the main character
The artist is the artist in a real-life, dramatic story.


Is presidential papers, the dominant factor
Politics and government are a major influence in the singer's life, even if they don't realize it.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Written by: ELDRA P DE BARGE, ROBERT F DIGGS, GARY E GRICE, STEVIE WONDER

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Comments from YouTube:

@ceeceetracey9839

Always loved this but could never find THIS version, my favorite. Sitting here at 2:45 am watching WuTang documentary on TV. Love them and the music. Great times, great music, GREAT TALENT. 90s was the best rap/hiphop era and don't you forget it!!!!! 💪🏾

@MD-DLive

Im still trying to find the drums sampled for this song! Any idea? Im usually good with oldies but i cant put my finger on these drums!🤷🏿‍♂️

@SDSOverfiend

This version was sick... more Sonically eerie than the first. The drowned church bells are missing and replaced by a sinister dark baseline with piano keys slayed by D’Angelo that makes it more profound. Rza was a Genius man

@ceeceetracey9839

❤👍🏾

@miccheck6478

In the 90s remixes could rival original versions

@SDSOverfiend

@Mic Check Oh yea… that used to be aim.🔥💯💪🏾

@RyBreadisRyGuy

Plus this remix ties in with the ode to Stevie Wonder's Rocket Love which obviously inspired the chorus.

@miccheck6478

I was always amazed by the syllable and word placement by GZA on this one

@lateshiachilds3640

I love this mix, back in the 90s my dad would buy these various artist CDs in Japan called Swing 96 or Pure Swing and this song was on there.

@ggalbraith

That chorus is beautiful

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