Just checkin' my microphone once
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As I check your audio
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Increase the bass response
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Hope n the speakers blow
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I got no time to sit and flip
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And pop bullshit
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Turn up your stereo hops
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Insert the rhyme clip
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Roll your windows up
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Make sure it7s air tight
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E.Q. the track exact
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So shit sounds right
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I rhyme of death
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And darkness and danger
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Your crib or car
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Becomes a torture chamber
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I write my rhymes with violence
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What you expect?
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Sounds of pain
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The snap of a broken neck
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All alone in darkness I sit each night
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Write my rhymes
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With blood upon a butcher knife
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You say the Ice is ill, and ill I am
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They try to ban my shit
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And I don't give a damn
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Roll up, your eye will get swoll up
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Suckers who flexed
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Yo, their deaths got tolled up
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Cause I'm not the nigga to toy with
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Boy with the big mouth
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Ya got time to riff?
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There's time to take you out
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Put a couple caps in your ass
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Cut your head off
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Send it to your mom with flowers
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Cause I'm so soft
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Lay on your wack crew
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Smoke the whole bunch
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Bury 'em in my bck yard
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And then I'll eat lunch
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Cause I don't give a fuck about you
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Or him or her
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Whenever I'm in the house
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A death just might occur
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Is this real or fiction
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You'll never know
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While you're locked to the
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Pulse of the rhyme flow!
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Once I lock you up, you can't get loose
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You put your head inside
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And I placed the noose
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The mic drips juice slow
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From its steel mesh
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My words feel like hooks
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Underneath your flesh
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Makin' you twist and turn
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Scorch and burn, when will you learn?
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The '90s are my turn
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To pitch a vocal fit, like the ultimate
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Gangster rhyme, yo, I invented the shit!
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Watch me dod it, as I do it
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And I do it right
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Grab the gauge
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Duct tape on the flashlight
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Doin' the black ski mask
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And come to your house
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Cut off your power
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And do you with the lights out!
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Is this real or fiction?
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You'll never know
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A pool of blood
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and floating body parts
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Would make me grin
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A close view of a razor
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When it's breaking skin
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If you were burnin'
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I'd use gasoline to put you out
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Cause I walk alone
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And choose the dark route
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Nightmares gotta be loved by some
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And I'm the one
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Ya wanna come, bring your shotgun
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You ever see your partner die?
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No? Well I have!
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You ever see your father die?
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No? Well I have!
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You ever see your mother die?
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No? Well I have!
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So shut the fuck up, punk
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And clear the rhyme path!
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What would make meel calm and nice
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Is a slow slice
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Through your jugular and windpipe
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Throw me in jail
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I won't even try to make bail
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Put me in the gas chamber
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And watch me inhale!
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Is this true or false?
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Well you'll never know
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Jason, Tales from the Crypt
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And the Dark Side
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Another fly murder, another suicide
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Did these flicks
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Have an influence on my brain?
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I really doubt that shit
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I think that I was born insane
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When I was young
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I had a lust for knives and guns
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Use a magnifying glass
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To fry an ant with the sun
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And on and on
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My lust for death got bigger
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At fifteen
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I was placed behind a trigger
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Although I'm dirty
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Not the one to be swept up
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step up, I'd love to open your chest up
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I've got no concept of life or death
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All I want is your last breath
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Give me a motherfuckin' break
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I should behave
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Give me a motherfuckin' shovel
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I'll dig graves!
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I break ill in extra large portions
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where's your parents
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I'll make you an orphan
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So when you're talkin' crazy
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You better think of me
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The I, to the C, to the E, to the fuckin' T!
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There'll be no tears
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No screams or cries, just a laser beam
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Between your fuckin' eyes
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You feel strange well now you know
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[CHORUS]
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Pulse Of The Rhyme
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Ice-T |