It's going down
From the ammo dump
I got my nigga
SLJ and
DJ
Aladdin
Droppin' the phat tracks
Hit em with it
Syndicates in the motherfuckin'
house
All duck emcees get flat
motherfuckers
Yeah
1993
And it's still me
I rappin' brother from
L .A. to
Cool
T
Diss a brother, hate a brother
I still come back with the phat tracks
Fuck the pop crap,
I got a mind to codicil, fool
Whack rappers sellin',
I urge me to pull tools
For no reason
Popsuckas hookin' for hits
like hoeskies
And prostitutes that can't shoot
Yet your clock loops,
dance steps with weak styles
But you look cute, bitch
That shit's whack
Let
Hammer dance and you other
fools ease back
The microphone is from twistin'
a clenched fist
Mine locked on,
laid out a load of my hit list
And make duck rappers pray
Many talk shit but none step this way
Cause I'm quick to beat
down a weak plan
Plot crazy truths from
LA to the boogie down I
play the whole map
Got hoes locked like
a motherfuckin' bear trap
Ice motherfuckin' tea
But for hoes, gee, they need two forms of
ID
Never fessed,
not the best, but I'm hard
to shake
Watch the ice break
Watch the ice break
Yo let's see now
who's trying to diss me
Say I sold out cause I rock with the
BC
Y 'all bitches, you straight whack
Quick to talk shit but always behind the
back I do whatever I wanna do, punk hoe
I rock a perm, you rock an afro I wear
khakis while y 'all wear silk
Y 'all drink forties and I drink milk
Cause that's my motherfuckin' biz
I never sell out cause there's no sale,
kid
Hardcore took my heart from
the fuckin' start
Whether done over beats or loud guitars
I drop the dope hits
In you forgot,
I invented this gangster shit
You wanna step to me, new jack, walk
Come back in five
LPs, then we can talk
You just new, kid, you gotta hit out
In interviews you talk a lot of shit out
You got paid, you really made out,
you went broke when your one jam played out
Now you're searching for that
one more hit
Shit, I ain't new to this,
I got gangs of gold, I come original
Then I break the mold, too many
MCs hit then fold, they're just fakes
Huh, watch the ice break
Watch the ice break
Yeah,
Syndicate jumpin' off 1993
on some old fly smooth shit
All the motherfuckers out there down with us,
you know what I'm sayin', we rollin' strong
All the busters out there
that got some static to say
We settin' shit off physically this year
Like
KRS -One says, suck
MCs, duck, damn
Motherfuckers ain't takin' no shit,
I'm swingin' on busters point blank
This mean it's on, straight up
Now it's the break of dawn
and the mic is still on
All hoes are fucking and the
rhymes are damn strong
Many
MC's are choking from the mic smoke
Those who tried to get with
me lost in rhyme infinity
Or they lost breath
They'll try to step to the ice
equal short of death
Cause you've been a beginner
than you ever assumed
Drop the mic, go rap in your living room
I love the quick kill
Swing on a nigga sometimes
hit the break gill
Knuckle up, bust a fool in his fucking eye
All hands, I need no gun, yo punk, why?
Cause if I pull my gun you die,
no second try
I gotta cool out now so I don't overfree
Nut up and start murderin'
MCs
Start catchin' bodies from state to state
Don the ski mask and walk the street flake
And do me up a whole damn crew
The ghetto boys is trippin' but my
mind's trickin' me too
Cause this me and I'll meet you one day
And bet your life it won't be a fun day
I hope nigga it's not your
fate that you're around
When the ice breaks
When the ice breaks
