Ice T

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
Theres no chnce to back out
Hit the tripwire
Duck from the gunfire
Broken glass, screechn 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
Es on the wheels
He makes the rubber squel
Bloods on my gear
From caps Ive peeled
About a block away I sit up
Look back
It wasnt 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 aims clean
Night scope on a silence carbine
Place my crosshairs on my vics eye
Squeeze the trigger
Watch the brains fly
Violent? Yeah you could call me that
Insane? Youre 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 Im crazy?
You aint see shit yet
Cause I love to kill and kill for fun
The microphone goes off
Like a handgun
Its goin down now
Grab your girl hops
No excuses when the bodies
begin to drop
Look in my face fool
It look like Im playn
Dont become another
Victim of mic slayin
Whats up?
You want your feet in some concrete?
I got some brothers
Thatll 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 dont get soft
Cause Im hard as they come
I come correct
You cant handle the vandal hit eject
If not you better get
Out my face sucka
Or else you better be
A good bullet ducker
Cause Im 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 cant fit no more
Diamonds on it
Pinky ring, worth a house
If I decide to pwn it
Whats up now punk?
Yo start to choke up?
You try to move on the Ice
Youll get broke up!
Midnight, time for a homicide
Showtime, somebodys gonna die
E hits the switch
And thouands of volts connect
With the weapon thats in my fist
I see a sucka in the third row
Tryn to riff
A paragraph and a half hes stiff
I start bustin off barrages ear high
Mothers grab for their children
Tears fly
Im like a psycho
In the mircrophone zone
Speakers blown, mind gone
I cant be touched
Once my lyrics begin to fly
Simple stage radiation
Could make ya die
Ya got a prob nigga
you think your reps bigger?
Hold your heard right there
While I squeeze the trigger
Cause Im a crazy motherfucker
Thats no joke
My favorite smell is
The aroma of gunsmoke
Im bustin off another
Lyrical nightmare
Parents hate the Ice!
You think that I care?
Well I dont give a fuck
Cause I rhyme tough
Drop science, still bust the ill stuff
So now its 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
[ Mic Contract Lyrics ]