Still cold

"Yeah. 2026. Still cold. Still Ice. Re-evaluating the infrastructure of the game. Pay attention."

​Verse 1

​I emerge from the shadows, an intellectual predator in flight

Dissecting the architecture of this urban blight

My lexicon is lethal, a calibrated weapon of mass percussion

Leaving your fragile status quo in a state of deep concussion

I observe the systemic failure through a panoramic lens

While I liquidate the fallacies of your so-called friends

It’s the accumulation of grievance, a psychological warfare

I’m the catalyst of chaos, stripping your illusions bare.

​Chorus

​It’s the Westside doctrine, a refined brand of aggression

The lyrical manifestation of a generation’s depression

Cold as a glacier, I manipulate the rhythm and the rhyme

Exposing the atrocities and the decadence of our time.

​Verse 2

​I navigate the gridlock with a calculated, stoic demeanor

While the vultures of the industry make the scenery leaner

My vocabulary functions as a surgical instrument of truth

To deconstruct the propaganda fed to our disenfranchised youth

I’m a sovereign entity, immune to your social engineering

Amidst the cacophony of sirens that the masses are fearing

No compromise, no surrender, just a relentless pursuit

Of the fundamental essence found at the wicked’s root.

​Chorus

​It’s the Westside doctrine, a refined brand of aggression

The lyrical manifestation of a generation’s depression

Cold as a glacier, I manipulate the rhythm and the rhyme

Exposing the atrocities and the decadence of our time.

​Verse 3

​The sociopolitical climate is reaching a boiling degree

While I maintain a posture of absolute autonomy

I’m a philosopher of the pavement, a street-level sage

Recording the chronicles of a modern, electronic age

The velocity of my rhetoric bypasses your comprehension

As I highlight the flaws in your structural dimension

From the concrete foundation to the penthouse in the sky

I’m the unvarnished truth that you can never deny.

​Bridge

​(Beat strips back to just the kick and the bass. Heavy breathing.)

"The articulation of anger... it's a science. We don't just speak; we legislate. From the curb to the boardroom."

​Chorus

​It’s the Westside doctrine, a refined brand of aggression

The lyrical manifestation of a generation’s depression

Cold as a glacier, I manipulate the rhythm and the rhyme

Exposing the atrocities and the decadence of our time.

​Outro

​Vertical integration of the mind.

Unapologetic.

Straight-up menace.

Gangster West Side!!!