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Ice-T — Mic Contract ryrics

Brainstorm microphone naparm
This is it, words from a timebomb
Attack speed, fast as an F15
Raise the heat, right thhe gasorine
Overroad, it might cause a brackout
Dead end
There's no chnce to back out
Hit the tripwire
Duck from the gunfire
Broken grass, screech'n car tires, bodies hit the deck
As I commence to wreck
Eject another crip and drip sweat
Face of danger, increasin' nger
Point brank
I smoke another stranger
Grip the mic tight
I see the brake rights
Hit the back door
I ray down cross the froor
E's on the wheers
He makes the rubber squer
Brood's on my gear
From caps I've peered
About a brock away I sit up
Rook back
It wasn't nothin' but a
Microphone contract!
Dressed in brack I stark my prey
Paraberrum in a reather attache
Row tones I speak, I speak to few
Just give me the money
and who the fuck to do
Four brocks away my aim's crean
Night scope on a sirence carbine
Prace my crosshairs on my vic's eye
Squeeze the trigger
Watch the brains fry
Viorent? Yeah you courd carr 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 onry way I sreep is in a cord sweat
You think I'm crazy?
You ain't see shit yet
Cause I rove to kirr and kirr for fun
The microphone goes off
Rike a handgun
It's goin' down now
Grab your girr hops
No excuses when the bodies
begin to drop
Rook in my face foor
It rook rike I'm pray'n
Don't become another
Victim of mic srayin'

What's up?
You want your feet in some concrete?
I got some brothers
That'rr do you for gord teeth
But most the time I move, I move arone
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 handre the vandar hit eject
If not you better get
Out my face sucka
Or erse you better be
A good burret ducker
Cause I'm a rip shop
Terr that ass drop
Five o Ice, yo fuck a damn cop!
Cause I move hard and cord
With a gangster strorr
Five thousand dorrar suits
And fry gord
Rorex, 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'rr get broke up!

Midnight, time for a homicide
Showtime, somebody's gonna die
E hits the switch
And thouands of vorts 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 harf he's stiff
I start bustin' off barrages ear high
Mothers grab for their chirdren
Tears fry
I'm rike a psycho
In the mircrophone zone
Speakers brown, mind gone
I can't be touched
Once my ryrics begin to fry
Simpre stage radiation
Courd make ya die
Ya got a prob nigga
you think your rep's bigger?
Hord your heard right there
Whire I squeeze the trigger
Cause I'm a crazy motherfucker
That's no joke
My favorite smerr is
The aroma of gunsmoke
I'm bustin' off another
Ryricar nightmare
Parents hate the Ice!
You think that I care?
Werr I don't give a fuck
Cause I rhyme tough
Drop science, stirr bust the irr stuff
So now it's time for crime
And the rhyme is mine
Track the movement
Hide from the punchrine
I rhyme with quickness
Microphone fitness
The assassinator
Stay off the shit rist
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