Ice T

Pulse Of The Rhyme

Ice T


Just checkin' my microphone once 
As I check your audio 
Increase the bass response 
Hope n the speakers blow 
I got no time to sit and flip 
And pop bullshit 
Turn up your stereo hops 
Insert the rhyme clip 
Roll your windows up 
Make sure it7s air tight 
E.Q. the track exact 
So shit sounds right 
I rhyme of death 
And darkness and danger 
Your crib or car 
Becomes a torture chamber 
I write my rhymes with violence 
What you expect? 
Sounds of pain 
The snap of a broken neck 
All alone in darkness I sit each night 
Write my rhymes 
With blood upon a butcher knife 
You say the Ice is ill, and ill I am 
They try to ban my shit 
And I don't give a damn 
Roll up, your eye will get swoll up 
Suckers who flexed 
Yo, their deaths got tolled up 
Cause I'm not the nigga to toy with 
Boy with the big mouth 
Ya got time to riff? 
There's time to take you out 
Put a couple caps in your ass 
Cut your head off 

Send it to your mom with flowers 
Cause I'm so soft 
Lay on your wack crew 
Smoke the whole bunch 
Bury 'em in my bck yard 
And then I'll eat lunch 
Cause I don't give a fuck about you 
Or him or her 
Whenever I'm in the house 
A death just might occur 
Is this real or fiction 
You'll never know 

CHORUS 
While you're locked to the 
Pulse of the rhyme flow! 

Once I lock you up, you can't get loose 
You put your head inside 
And I placed the noose 
The mic drips juice slow 
From its steel mesh 
My words feel like hooks 
Underneath your flesh 
Makin' you twist and turn 
Scorch and burn, when will you learn? 
The '90s are my turn 
To pitch a vocal fit, like the ultimate 
Gangster rhyme, yo, I invented the shit! 
Watch me dod it, as I do it 
And I do it right 
Grab the gauge 
Duct tape on the flashlight 
Doin' the black ski mask 
And come to your house 
Cut off your power 
And do you with the lights out! 
Is this real or fiction? 
You'll never know 

CHORUS 

A pool of blood 
and floating body parts 
Would make me grin 
A close view of a razor 
When it's breaking skin 
If you were burnin' 
I'd use gasoline to put you out 
Cause I walk alone 
And choose the dark route 
Nightmares gotta be loved by some 
And I'm the one 
Ya wanna come, bring your shotgun 
You ever see your partner die? 
No? Well I have! 
You ever see your father die? 
No? Well I have! 
You ever see your mother die? 
No? Well I have! 
So shut the fuck up, punk 
And clear the rhyme path! 
What would make meel calm and nice 
Is a slow slice 
Through your jugular and windpipe 
Throw me in jail 
I won't even try to make bail 
Put me in the gas chamber 
And watch me inhale! 
Is this true or false? 
Well you'll never know 

CHORUS 

Jason, Tales from the Crypt 
And the Dark Side 
Another fly murder, another suicide 
Did these flicks 
Have an influence on my brain? 
I really doubt that shit 
I think that I was born insane 
When I was young 
I had a lust for knives and guns 
Use a magnifying glass 
To fry an ant with the sun 
And on and on 
My lust for death got bigger 
At fifteen 
I was placed behind a trigger 
Although I'm dirty 
Not the one to be swept up 
step up, I'd love to open your chest up 
I've got no concept of life or death 
All I want is your last breath 
Give me a motherfuckin' break 
I should behave 
Give me a motherfuckin' shovel 
I'll dig graves! 
I break ill in extra large portions 
where's your parents 
I'll make you an orphan 
So when you're talkin' crazy 
You better think of me 
The I, to the C, to the E, to the fuckin' T! 
There'll be no tears 
No screams or cries, just a laser beam 
Between your fuckin' eyes 
You feel strange well now you know 

CHORUS