Ice T

Mic Contract

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 
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 
Stay off the shit list