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Brainstorm microphone napalm This is it, words from a timebomb Attack speed, fast as an F15 Raise the heat, light thhe gasoline Overload, it might cause a blackout Dead end There`s no chnce to back out Hit the tripwire Duck from the gunfire Broken glass, screech`n car tires, bodies hit the deck As I commence to wreck Eject another clip and drip sweat Face of danger, increasin` nger Point blank I smoke another stranger Grip the mic tight I see the brake lights Hit the back door I lay down cross the floor E`s on the wheels He makes the rubber squel Blood`s on my gear From caps I`ve peeled About a block away I sit up Look back It wasn`t nothin` but a Microphone contract! Dressed in black I stalk my prey Parabellum in a leather attache Low tones I speak, I speak to few Just give me the money and who the fuck to do Four blocks away my aim`s clean Night scope on a silence carbine Place my crosshairs on my vic`s eye Squeeze the trigger Watch the brains fly Violent? Yeah you could call me that Insane? You`re on the right track But turn the sounds up So I can stay amped Do another crew and breaak camp The only way I sleep is in a cold sweat You think I`m crazy? You ain`t see shit yet Cause I love to kill and kill for fun The microphone goes off Like a handgun It`s goin` down now Grab your girl hops No excuses when the bodies begin to drop Look in my face fool It look like I`m play`n Don`t become another Victim of mic slayin`
What`s up? You want your feet in some concrete? I got some brothers That`ll do you for gold teeth But most the time I move, I move alone Take a bat Break your motherfuckin` dome Shoot you dead in the face With a sawed off One hundred ten degrees Ice don`t get soft Cause I`m hard as they come I come correct You can`t handle the vandal hit eject If not you better get Out my face sucka Or else you better be A good bullet ducker Cause I`m a rip shop Tell that ass drop Five o Ice, yo fuck a damn cop! Cause I move hard and cold With a gangster stroll Five thousand dollar suits And fly gold Rolex, you can`t fit no more Diamonds on it Pinky ring, worth a house If I decide to pwn it What`s up now punk? Yo start to choke up? You try to move on the Ice You`ll get broke up!
Midnight, time for a homicide Showtime, somebody`s gonna die E hits the switch And thouands of volts connect With the weapon that`s in my fist I see a sucka in the third row Try`n to riff A paragraph and a half he`s stiff I start bustin` off barrages ear high Mothers grab for their children Tears fly I`m like a psycho In the mircrophone zone Speakers blown, mind gone I can`t be touched Once my lyrics begin to fly Simple stage radiation Could make ya die Ya got a prob nigga you think your rep`s bigger? Hold your heard right there While I squeeze the trigger Cause I`m a crazy motherfucker That`s no joke My favorite smell is The aroma of gunsmoke I`m bustin` off another Lyrical nightmare Parents hate the Ice! You think that I care? Well I don`t give a fuck Cause I rhyme tough Drop science, still bust the ill stuff So now it`s time for crime And the rhyme is mine Track the movement Hide from the punchline I rhyme with quickness Microphone fitness The assassinator Stay off the shit list
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