Ice T - The Iceberg Lyrics
Verse 1I-c-e b-e-r-gWhats that spell? iceberg, nigga, cant you read?Time to bleed, slaughter, sliceTry to say I wasnt nice as we waxed them punks like lab miceDice em up, slice em up, dissectPut you in a boilin pot and let your ass sweatCos I rap on game you think Im weak in a freestyle?Well 911 you should dialBefore my posse makes a move on your moms cribThink we got knives and guns? we got bombs, kidBlow up your whole block, ya hear the gunshotsThrow you in the syndicate cellar and let your body rotCos Im the coldest mother*****er that you ever heardCall me the ice...or just the icebergVerse 2Evil e was out coolin with a freak one night*****ed the ***** with a flashlightPulled it out and left the batteries inSo he could get a charge when he beginUsed his dick, the shit was tight*****s titties start blinkin like tail lightsRolled her over to change a connectionThe *****s ugly face cold spoiled his erectionIm the ice rhymer, a big timerAnd yes Im a pimp and a player and a hustler and kindaA mack and a poet, impressive I know itDont only rhyme for niggas cos I live my life co-edOn the mic its livin breathin hypeA 1989 type dolemiteCool mother*****er, wordCall me the ice...or just the icebergVerse 3Charlie jamm *****ed a freak on a ski-lift10 below, gave her the dickIt was cold and she said quit!Charlie jamm said bullshit!She said oh, oh, oh my god!Charlies dick was frozen hardBut she said she never felt itMaybe charlies dick meltedYes, Im the rhyme kicker, the hard liquorParental guidance sticker? yeah, Im the niggaTriple x is how I rateIm the one your parents hateIm as cold as cold can getUnder pressure never sweatCool mother*****er, wordCall me the ice...or just the icebergVerse 4Out with the posse on a night runGirls on the corner, so lets have some funDonald asked one if she was gameBack alley sally was her nameShe moved on the car and moved fastOn the window pressed her assAll at once we heard a crashDonalds dick had broke the glassYes, Im the big wheeler, the girl stealerAnd if we play cards dont let me be the dealerThe ice, cool as water, hard as stoneThe black mack of the microphoneTalkin shit the way I doRhyme pays, the posse grewDid you like power? wordWell this is the ice...or just the iceberg
