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Tytuł: Heartbeat

  • Wykonawca: Ice-t
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Once again,my friends,it's time to rock it till the party ends
  Rhymin' with timin',while EVIL E lets the record spin
  Kickin' it,hittin',rockin',just so dope it's shockin'
  Because I be layin' rhymes super sly,'cause this is do or die
  Make it or break it,although most emcees do fake it
  I'll say the ICE can't take it,time to microphone bake it
  Raise the heatin' level,break out your coal shovel
  Pump the temp,I'm sweatin' like a devil
  Listen to my heartbeat,it's beatin' like a wild man
  But that's natural,'cause you know that I am
  No punk,no chump,no fool,no toy
  Try to get ill and serve you,boy
  I'm on a hype tip,this ain't no ego trip
  Just rollin' thick as hell,champagne I sip as well
  Listen and you'll envision,this rap's metabolism
  I think the beat is dope,but it's still your decision
  Whether to turn it on,turn it off
  Turn it up,make it loud,make it soft
  EQ me with new frequencies or
  Just rewind me till the tape bleeds
  My heartbeat's kickin' like a saturday movie
  Some say it's def,some say it's groovy
  I say it's fly,you know why?
  Because it's spoken by the brother,whose name is spent with the "I"
  The C-E-T.,Cold Chillin' rhyme villain on the M-I-C.
  With raps roarin',I'm never borin',I keep tourin'
  My record sales keep soarin' and soarin'
  I'll make a million,maybe two
  Buy some rides,gold blow the dough on my crew
  Wake up the next morning broke as hell
  But not for long 'cause my records sell
  My heartbeat's kickin' like a gun shot
  Why not?That's who I made it for,the hardrocks
  Better watch your gold when the posse breaks
  Because what they want is what they take
  But I'm coolin',I'm never foolin',too busy rulin'
  Sucker emcees who need microphone schoolin'
  Leave'em dazed,dogged,served and droolin'
  By the playin' punk slayin' mac of microphone duelin'
  
  Heartbeat [scratch freestyle]
  
  This conglomeration is just a demonstration
  Of rap's penetration to the core of our nation
  Some rappers get down with toy commercial sounds
  I had my choice,I chose the underground
  Like me or hate me,now if you want you can rate me
  My beat is by ISLAM,the cut's by the great E.
  My heartbeat is kickin',it's kickin' louder and louder
  It's gettin' deffer and deffer,I'm feelin' prouder and prouder
  Not robbin' or killin',just mic illin'
  The phone rings,"WE MADE ANOTHER MILLION"
  Break out the Dom and pop the corks
  Catch a flight to New York
  Hit the L.Q. watch RED spin,"IT'S CLOSED"
  Brooklyn strikes again
  
  Heartbeat [scratch]
  
  Once again,my friends,it's time to rock it till the party ends
  Rhymin' with timin',while EVIL E lets the record spin
  Kickin' it,hittin',rockin',just so dope it's shockin'
  Because I be layin' rhymes super sly,'cause this is do or die
  Make it or break it,although most emcees do fake it
  I'll say the ICE can't take it,time to microphone bake it
  Raise the heatin' level,break out your coal shovel
  Pump the temp,I'm sweatin' like a devil
  Listen to my heartbeat,it's beatin' like a wild man
  But that's natural,'cause you know that I am
  No punk,no chump,no fool,no toy
  Try to get ill and serve you
  
  Boy [fade out]