Tytuł: Soul on ice (remix)

• Wykonawca: Ras Kass
• Wyświetleń: 257

The waterproof MC, you ain't wettin' me
   You need to stop rappin' and start robbin' banks like Steady B
   Cause see, no matter how much green you make
   You never taste the avocado, just another broke Versace model
   Tiger Woods ain't even up to par in the game of survival
   That's why I'm pissin' in y'all Cristal bottles
   Drink Listerine, brush my teeth with amphetamine
   So I can sound fresh and say dope things in between
   You strike to five my average snorter, I want a woman
   With the body of a hoochie and a personality like Gloria
   Can't even say I didn't know 'cause while we wanna be
   NWA they create the NWO
   How many years, fo' mo' so fuck them fake John Gotties
   Ain't got no Mazzeraties I be at the party sippin' on Todies
   My niggas pumpin' areas, out Audies in Saudi
   I'm thuggish ruggish to the bone, and I'm gonna dis everybody
  
   Chorus (x2):
   You want the truth, can't handle the truth, you want
   Lexus Moonroof, Hennesssy 80 proof
   Niggas scared to death, playin' the game of life
   Soul on ice
  
   I keep the afterparty swervin', *inhale* not quite like Michael Irvin
   Edumacating urban youth, like it or not
   These soliloquies explain our people's lack of stability
   You keepin it real, but ain't got a clue what reality really be
   See the diameter of your knowledge
   Is the circumference of your activity, me
   I knew the deal before Babyface went solo, baggin' dime pieces
   Stackin' dividends and dressin' in more linen than Yoko Ono
   But on the low doe we fightin' over the scraps
   Worshippin' the almighty dollar
   In God We Trust, look it over
   Now what the fuck pyramids got to do with the pilgrims or Jehovah
   Novus Ordo Seclorum means New World Order
   That's why I keep my friends close and my enemies closer
   We runnin' around in thousand dollar clown suits
   Better get some boots when Lucifer turn your city to Beirut
  
   Chorus: (x2)
  
   You want the truth, cna't handle the truth, you want
   Lexus Moonroof, Hennessy 80 proof
   Niggas scared to death, playin' the game of life
   Soul on ice
  
   Void one time got Lela Rochon callin' my Jimmy Sunshine
   Fifth floor on the Mandriane, so go 'head fella
   Pop your dime, I'm the man whose esophagus
   Transform to a gat like Megatron
   He'a sporter known to Bob Costas, give it a name and you a hater
   But violence don't play that game
   Guerilla penmanship, the, preacher impeacher
   Heat seek an MC when I get pissed like a urethra
   My day-to-day I'm tryin' to bubble, first place
   This paper I chase, Touch Me and Tease Me like Case
   But in the millenium, this CREAM turns electronic
   UPC barcodes on the hand is demonic
   They got concentration camps from Alaska to Jersey
   But when the President declare a national emergency
   You can't crock notes tryin' to Rock The Vote
   I'm spittin' razor-sharp quotes tryin' to slit a nigga's throat
  
   Chorus: (x2)
   You want the truth can't handle the truth, you want
   Lexus Moonroof, Hennessy 80 proof
   Niggas scared to death, playin' the game of life
   Soul on ice
  
   Uh, uh
   Yeah
   I'm rhymin', beats provided by Diamond