Ice T - Mic Contract Lyrics
Brainstorm microphone napalmThis is it, words from a timebombAttack speed, fast as an f15Raise the heat, light thhe gasolineOverload, it might cause a blackoutDead endTheres no chnce to back outHit the tripwireDuck from the gunfireBroken glass, screechn car tires, bodies hit the deckAs I commence to wreckEject another clip and drip sweatFace of danger, increasin ngerPoint blankI smoke another strangerGrip the mic tightI see the brake lightsHit the back doorI lay down cross the floorEs on the wheelsHe makes the rubber squelBloods on my gearFrom caps Ive peeledAbout a block away I sit upLook backIt wasnt nothin but aMicrophone contract!Dressed in black I stalk my preyParabellum in a leather attacheLow tones I speak, I speak to fewJust give me the moneyAnd who the ***** to doFour blocks away my aims cleanNight scope on a silence carbinePlace my crosshairs on my vics eyeSqueeze the triggerWatch the brains flyViolent? yeah you could call me thatInsane? youre on the right trackBut turn the sounds upSo I can stay ampedDo another crew and breaak campThe only way I sleep is in a cold sweatYou think Im crazy?You aint see shit yetCause I love to kill and kill for funThe microphone goes offLike a handgunIts goin down nowGrab your girl hopsNo excuses when the bodiesBegin to dropLook in my face foolIt look like Im playnDont become anotherVictim of mic slayinWhats up?You want your feet in some concrete?I got some brothersThatll do you for gold teethBut most the time I move, I move aloneTake a batBreak your mother*****in domeShoot you dead in the faceWith a sawed offOne hundred ten degreesIce dont get softCause Im hard as they comeI come correctYou cant handle the vandal hit ejectIf not you better getOut my face suckaOr else you better beA good bullet duckerCause Im a rip shopTell that ass dropFive o ice, yo ***** a damn cop!Cause I move hard and coldWith a gangster strollFive thousand dollar suitsAnd fly goldRolex, you cant fit no moreDiamonds on itPinky ring, worth a houseIf I decide to pwn itWhats up now punk?Yo start to choke up?You try to move on the iceYoull get broke up!Midnight, time for a homicideShowtime, somebodys gonna dieE hits the switchAnd thouands of volts connectWith the weapon thats in my fistI see a sucka in the third rowTryn to riffA paragraph and a half hes stiffI start bustin off barrages ear highMothers grab for their childrenTears flyIm like a psychoIn the mircrophone zoneSpeakers blown, mind goneI cant be touchedOnce my lyrics begin to flySimple stage radiationCould make ya dieYa got a prob niggaYou think your reps bigger?Hold your heard right thereWhile I squeeze the triggerCause Im a crazy mother*****erThats no jokeMy favorite smell isThe aroma of gunsmokeIm bustin off anotherLyrical nightmareParents hate the ice!You think that I care?Well I dont give a *****Cause I rhyme toughDrop science, still bust the ill stuffSo now its time for crimeAnd the rhyme is mineTrack the movementHide from the punchlineI rhyme with quicknessMicrophone fitnessThe assassinatorStay off the shit list
