Ice T - Pulse Of The Rhyme Lyrics
Just checkin my microphone onceAs I check your audioIncrease the bass responseHope n the speakers blowI got no time to sit and flipAnd pop bullshitTurn up your stereo hopsInsert the rhyme clipRoll your windows upMake sure it7s air tightE.q. the track exactSo shit sounds rightI rhyme of deathAnd darkness and dangerYour crib or carBecomes a torture chamberI write my rhymes with violenceWhat you expect?Sounds of painThe snap of a broken neckAll alone in darkness I sit each nightWrite my rhymesWith blood upon a butcher knifeYou say the ice is ill, and ill I amThey try to ban my shitAnd I dont give a damnRoll up, your eye will get swoll upSuckers who flexedYo, their deaths got tolled upCause Im not the nigga to toy withBoy with the big mouthYa got time to riff?Theres time to take you outPut a couple caps in your assCut your head offSend it to your mom with flowersCause Im so softLay on your wack crewSmoke the whole bunchBury em in my bck yardAnd then Ill eat lunchCause I dont give a ***** about youOr him or herWhenever Im in the houseA death just might occurIs this real or fictionYoull never knowChorusWhile youre locked to thePulse of the rhyme flow!Once I lock you up, you cant get looseYou put your head insideAnd I placed the nooseThe mic drips juice slowFrom its steel meshMy words feel like hooksUnderneath your fleshMakin you twist and turnScorch and burn, when will you learn?The 90s are my turnTo pitch a vocal fit, like the ultimateGangster rhyme, yo, I invented the shit!Watch me dod it, as I do itAnd I do it rightGrab the gaugeDuct tape on the flashlightDoin the black ski maskAnd come to your houseCut off your powerAnd do you with the lights out!Is this real or fiction?Youll never knowChorusA pool of bloodAnd floating body partsWould make me grinA close view of a razorWhen its breaking skinIf you were burninId use gasoline to put you outCause I walk aloneAnd choose the dark routeNightmares gotta be loved by someAnd Im the oneYa wanna come, bring your shotgunYou ever see your partner die?No? well I have!You ever see your father die?No? well I have!You ever see your mother die?No? well I have!So shut the ***** up, punkAnd clear the rhyme path!What would make meel calm and niceIs a slow sliceThrough your jugular and windpipeThrow me in jailI wont even try to make bailPut me in the gas chamberAnd watch me inhale!Is this true or false?Well youll never knowChorusJason, tales from the cryptAnd the dark sideAnother fly murder, another suicideDid these flicksHave an influence on my brain?I really doubt that shitI think that I was born insaneWhen I was youngI had a lust for knives and gunsUse a magnifying glassTo fry an ant with the sunAnd on and onMy lust for death got biggerAt fifteenI was placed behind a triggerAlthough Im dirtyNot the one to be swept upStep up, Id love to open your chest upIve got no concept of life or deathAll I want is your last breathGive me a mother*****in breakI should behaveGive me a mother*****in shovelIll dig graves!I break ill in extra large portionsWheres your parentsIll make you an orphanSo when youre talkin crazyYou better think of meThe i, to the c, to the e, to the *****in t!Therell be no tearsNo screams or cries, just a laser beamBetween your *****in eyesYou feel strange well now you knowChorus
