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 $#&@ 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 %#@! 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 mother$#&@in' 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 $$# drop
Five o Ice, yo $#&@ 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 ^!$$%
you think your rep's bigger?
Hold your heard right there
While I squeeze the trigger
Cause I'm a crazy mother$#&@er
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 $#&@

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 $$#assinator
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