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I gotta get in the cut Goin' in Yeah Brainstorm microphone napalm this is it words from a timebomb Attack speed as fast as an F15 raise the heat light the gasoline Overload it might cause a blackout dead end There's no chance 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' anger point blank I smoke another stranger grip the mic tight I see the brake lights Hit the back door lay down cross the floor E's on the wheels he makes the rubber squeal blood's on my gear From caps I've peeled about a block away I sit up and Look back it wasn't nuttin' but a microphone contract Whutin' nuttin' but a microphone contract Contract Dressed in black I stalk my prey Parabellum in a leather attaché 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 Letras de cancionesBut turn the sounds up so I can stay amped Do another crew and break camp the only way I sleep is in a cold sweat You think I'm crazy you ain't seen shit yet Cause I love to kill and kill for fun the microphone that goes off Like a handgun it's goin' down now Grab your girl hops no excuses when the bodies begin to drop Look at my face fool it looks like I'm playin' Don't become another victim of mic slayin' Contract I want my muthafuckin' money Contract 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 muthafuckin' dome shoot you dead in the face With a sawed off a 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 till that ass drops Five O Ice, yo fuck a damn cop 'cause I move hard and cold With a gangster stroll five thousand dollar suit And fly gold Rolex you can't fit no more diamonds on it Pinky ring worth a house if I decide to pawn it What's up now punk you 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 thousands of volts connect with the weapon that's in my fist I see a sucka in the third row tryin' to riff a paragraph and a half and he's stiff I start bustin' off barrages ear high mothers grab for their children tears fly I'm like a psycho In the microphone 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 muthafucka 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 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 Stay off the shit list From Letras Mania