Ice-t
Mic Contract lyrics
Songwriters: Marrow, Tracy (ice-t)
Brainstorm microphone napalm This is it, words from a timebomb Raise the heat, light thhe gasoline Attack speed, fast as an F15 Overload, it might cause a blackout Dead end There's no chnce to back out Duck from the gunfire Hit the tripwire 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 I smoke another stranger Point blank 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 It wasn't nothin' but a Look back Microphone contract! Parabellum in a leather attache Dressed in black I stalk my prey Low tones I speak, I speak to few and who the fuck to do Just give me the money Four blocks away my aim's clean Night scope on a silence carbine Place my crosshairs on my vic's eye Watch the brains fly Squeeze the trigger 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 Like a handgun The microphone goes off It's goin' down now Grab your girl hops No excuses when the bodies begin to drop It look like I'm play'n Look in my face fool Don't become another What's up? Victim of mic slayin' 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 Cause I'm hard as they come Ice don't get soft 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 Pinky ring, worth a house Diamonds on it 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 With the weapon that's in my fist E hits the switch And thouands of volts connect 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 Speakers blown, mind gone In the mircrophone zone I can't be touched Simple stage radiation Once my lyrics begin to fly 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 I'll stuff So now it's time for crime And the rhyme is mine Track the movement I rhyme with quickness Hide from the punchline Microphone fitness The assassinator Stay off the shit list
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