Mic Contract lyrics

Artist  : T Ice 
Song : Mic Contract



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														   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