Ice T - Mic Contract lyrics

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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

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