Brainstorm microphone napalm
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This is it, words from a timebomb
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Attack speed, fast as an F15
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Raise the heat, light thhe gasoline
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Overload, it might cause a blackout
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Dead end
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There's no chnce to back out
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Hit the tripwire
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Duck from the gunfire
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Broken glass, screech'n car tires, bodies hit the deck
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As I commence to wreck
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Eject another clip and drip sweat
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Face of danger, increasin' nger
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Point blank
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I smoke another stranger
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Grip the mic tight
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I see the brake lights
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Hit the back door
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I lay down cross the floor
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E's on the wheels
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He makes the rubber squel
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Blood's on my gear
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From caps I've peeled
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About a block away I sit up
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Look back
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It wasn't nothin' but a
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Microphone contract!
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Dressed in black I stalk my prey
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Parabellum in a leather attache
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Low tones I speak, I speak to few
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Just give me the money
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and who the fuck to do
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Four blocks away my aim's clean
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Night scope on a silence carbine
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Place my crosshairs on my vic's eye
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Squeeze the trigger
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Watch the brains fly
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Violent? Yeah you could call me that
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Insane? You're on the right track
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But turn the sounds up
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So I can stay amped
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Do another crew and breaak camp
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The only way I sleep is in a cold sweat
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You think I'm crazy?
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You ain't see shit yet
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Cause I love to kill and kill for fun
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The microphone goes off
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Like a handgun
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It's goin' down now
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Grab your girl hops
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No excuses when the bodies
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begin to drop
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Look in my face fool
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It look like I'm play'n
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Don't become another
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Victim of mic slayin'
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What's up?
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You want your feet in some concrete?
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I got some brothers
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That'll do you for gold teeth
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But most the time I move, I move alone
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Take a bat
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Break your motherfuckin' dome
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Shoot you dead in the face
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With a sawed off
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One hundred ten degrees
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Ice don't get soft
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Cause I'm hard as they come
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I come correct
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You can't handle the vandal hit eject
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If not you better get
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Out my face sucka
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Or else you better be
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A good bullet ducker
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Cause I'm a rip shop
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Tell that ass drop
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Five o Ice, yo fuck a damn cop!
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Cause I move hard and cold
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With a gangster stroll
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Five thousand dollar suits
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And fly gold
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Rolex, you can't fit no more
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Diamonds on it
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Pinky ring, worth a house
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If I decide to pwn it
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What's up now punk?
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Yo start to choke up?
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You try to move on the Ice
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You'll get broke up!
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Midnight, time for a homicide
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Showtime, somebody's gonna die
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E hits the switch
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And thouands of volts connect
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With the weapon that's in my fist
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I see a sucka in the third row
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Try'n to riff
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A paragraph and a half he's stiff
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I start bustin' off barrages ear high
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Mothers grab for their children
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Tears fly
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I'm like a psycho
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In the mircrophone zone
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Speakers blown, mind gone
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I can't be touched
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Once my lyrics begin to fly
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Simple stage radiation
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Could make ya die
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Ya got a prob nigga
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you think your rep's bigger?
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Hold your heard right there
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While I squeeze the trigger
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Cause I'm a crazy motherfucker
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That's no joke
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My favorite smell is
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The aroma of gunsmoke
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I'm bustin' off another
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Lyrical nightmare
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Parents hate the Ice!
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You think that I care?
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Well I don't give a fuck
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Cause I rhyme tough
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Drop science, still bust the ill stuff
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So now it's time for crime
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And the rhyme is mine
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Track the movement
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Hide from the punchline
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I rhyme with quickness
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Microphone fitness
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The assassinator
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Stay off the shit list
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Mic Contract
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Ice-T |