The Iceberg lyrics

Artist  : Ice T 
Song : The Iceberg



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Verse 1

I C E B E R G
What's that
spell? Iceberg nigga can't you read?
Time to
bleed slaughter slice
Try to say I wasn't nice
as we waxed them punks like lab mice
Dice 'em
up slice 'em up dissect
Put you in a boilin'
pot and let your ass sweat
Cos I rap on game
you think I'm weak in a freestyle?
Well 911
you should dial
Before my posse makes a move
on your mom's crib
Think we got knives and
guns? We got bombs, kid
Blow up your whole
block, ya hear the gunshots
Throw you in the
Syndicate cellar and let your body rot
Cos I'm
the coldest motherfucker that you ever
heard
Call me The Ice...or just The
Iceberg

Verse 2

Evil E was out
coolin' with a freak one night
Fucked the
bitch with a flashlight
Pulled it out and left
the batteries in
So he could get a charge when
he begin
Used his dick, the shit was
tight
Bitch's titties start blinkin' like tail
lights
Rolled her over to change a
connection
The bitch's ugly face cold spoiled
his erection
I'm the Ice rhymer, a big
timer
And yes I'm a pimp and a player and a
hustler and kinda
A mack and a poet,
impressive I know it
Don't only rhyme for
niggas cos I live my life co-ed
On the mic
it's livin' breathin' hype
A 1989 type
Dolemite
Cool motherfucker, word
Call me
The Ice...or just The Iceberg

Verse
3

Charlie Jamm fucked a freak on a
ski-lift
10 below, gave her the dick
It was
cold and she said "Quit!"
Charlie Jamm said
"Bullshit!"
She said "Oh, oh, oh my
god!"
Charlie's dick was frozen hard
But
she said she never felt it
Maybe Charlie's
dick melted
Yes, I'm the rhyme kicker, the
hard liquor
Parental Guidance Sticker? Yeah,
I'm the nigga
Triple X is how I rate
I'm
the one your parents hate
I'm as cold as cold
can get
Under pressure never sweat
Cool
motherfucker, word
Call me The Ice...or just
The Iceberg

Verse 4

Out with the
posse on a night run
Girls on the corner, so
let's have some fun
Donald asked one if she
was game
Back Alley Sally was her name
She
moved on the car and moved fast
On the window
pressed her ass
All at once we heard a
crash
Donald's dick had broke the
glass
Yes, I'm the big wheeler, the girl
stealer
And if we play cards don't let me be
the dealer
The Ice, cool as water, hard as
stone
The black mack of the
microphone
Talkin' shit the way I do
Rhyme
Pays, the posse grew
Did you like Power?
Word
Well this is The Ice...or just The
Iceberg