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Ice T
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| Watch The Ice Break
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Its goin down
From the Ammo Dump
I got my nigga SLJ and DJ Aladdin
Droppin the fat tracks
Hit em with it
Syndicates in the muthafuckin house
All duck MCs get flat, muthfuckas
Yeah
1993
And its still me
A rappin brother from L.A., the cool T
Diss a brother, hate a brother, I still come back
With the fat tracks, fuck the pop crap
I got a mind to cold diss a fool
Wack rappers sellin out urge me to pull tools
For no reason
Pop suckers hookin for hits like hoes skeezin
Prostitutes that cant shoot, yet you clock loot
Dancesteps with the weak styles, but you look cute
Bitch, that shits wack
Let Hammer dance, and you other fools ease back
The microphone in some twist in a clenched fist
Mind locked on ???? load of my hit list
And make duck rappers pray
Many talk shit, but none step this way
Cause Im quick to beat down a weak clown
Clock crazy juice from L.A. to the Boogie Down
I play the whole map
Got hoes locked like a muthafuckin bear trap
Ice muthafuckin T
Before hoes gee they need two forms of I.D.
Never fess, not the best, but Im hard to shake
Huh, watch the Ice break
Watch the Ice break
Yo, lets see now whos tryin to diss me
Say I sold out cause I rocked with the B.C.
Yall are bitches, youre straight wack
Quick to talk shit, but always behind the back
I do whatever I wanna do, punk hoe
I rock a perm, you rock an afro
I wear khakis, while yall wear silk
Yall drink forties, and I drink milk
Cause thats my muthafuckin biz
I never sell out, cause its no sale, kid
Hardcore to my heart from the fuckin start
Whether done over beats or loud guitars
I drop the dope hits
Case you forgot, I invented this gangsta shit
You wanna step to me? New jack, walk
Come back in five LPs, then we can talk
Youre just new, kid, you got a hit out
In interviews you talk a lotta shit out
You got paid, you really made out
You went broke when your one jam played out
Now youre searchin for that one more hit
Shhhiiit
I aint new to this, I got gangs of gold
I come original, then I break the mold
Too many MCs hit, then fold
Theyre just fakes
Hah, watch the Ice break
Watch the Ice break
Yeah
Syndicate jumpin off 1993
On some old fly smooth shit
All the muthfuckas out there down with us
You know what Im sayin?
Were rollin strong
All the busters out there that got some static to say
Were settin this shit off physically this year
Like KRS-One says:
Sucker MCs duck down
Muthafuckas aint takin no shit
Im swingin on busters, point-blank
Diss me and its on
Straight up
Now its the break of dawn
And the mic is still on
All hoes are fuckin and the rhymes are damn strong
Many MCs that choke from the mic smoke
Those who tried to get with me
Lost in rhyme infinity
Or they lost breath
Try to step to the Ice equals sure death
Cause ??its then I begin?? than you ever assume
Drop the mic, go rap in your living room
I love the quick kill
Swing on a nigga sometimes just to break ill
Knuckle up, buster, fool, in his fuckin eye
All hands, I need no gun, yo punk, why?
Cause if I pull my gun, you die
No second try
I gotta cool out now, so I dont over-freeze
Nut up and start murderin MCs
Start catchin bodies from state to state
Throw on a ski mask and walk the streets late
And do me up a whole damn crew
The Geto Boys was trippin, but my minds trickin me too
Cause diss me, and I meet you one day
And bet your life it wont be a fun day
I hope, nigga, its not your fate
That youre around when the Ice breaks
When the Ice breaks |
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12.Oct.2001 22:10:28 |
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22.Dec.2004 02:12:31 |
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