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Lyrics for Mic Contract by T Ice:
| | | Artist: | T Ice |
| | Album: | O.G. Original Gangster | | Track: | Mic Contract | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 293 | | | | Lyrics: | 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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