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| | | Artist: | T Ice |
| | Album: | Power | | Track: | Personal | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 150 | | | | Lyrics: | Emcee's no time out it's time to rhyme out
You've dug your own grave now you must climb out
Dig out crawl out hide from the fallout
'Cause when I get mad I go all out
ICE cooler than the coldest cube dude
And when I'm micin' boy I'm know to get rude
Criminal background it's time to get down
I use a silencer don't like the loud sound
Off my mic blast you better run fast
The last punk that popped junk passed
Spit on
his grave,laughed,jumped in my stretch
Signed his bitch an autograph
Syndicate boy,I
don't fool out
You're full grown,school's out
You try to diss?..I think you better
cool out
'Cause your butt is smoke,if we ever duel out
This jam is directed,to all
of those who expected
For me to cold be rejected,but now I'm highly respected
And
now their ears are infected
With dollar signs I've collected
Jealous punks,I said
it!
Personal
Take a personal
Take it personal,punk,I'm
talkin' to you
And if they agree with you,then your crew too
I never diss an emcee,I
wish'em all good luck
But if you diss me to my face,duck
My style don't ramble,you
shouldn't gamble
With your grill,I got a fist like an anvil
I write a record,lock it
on the topic
EVIL and IZ dog the track,then we drop it
Record stores rock it,stock
it,fans buy it
People that never heard of ICE-T try it
Then you try to diss? You got
gall
I got gold on my neck and gold on my wall
Gold in my fingers,gold in my ear
When this jam's spinnin',gold's what you hear
Toy,this ain't Christimas,no time to
play
I ain't no child,punk,you'll get sprayed
Illin' on a mega-villan
You
must want a pine box to go chill in
Buried deep,creep,no one will weep
'Cause the
next night with your bitch I'll sleep
Personal
Take it personal
I ain't East Coast,West Coast,new style,or old style
You wanna know about me? Check
police files
Get out my face or you might have a bruised one
Brass knuckle prints?
Yes,I used some
I ain't here to boast,I don't do that
When I talk it's straight
dope,pure facts
I rock hard but still called a new jack
But talk shit,you're sure to
get heard cracked
I don't drink or smoke or do dumb drugs
But my posse's still
labeled street thugs
L.A.P.D's got all my boy's mugs
Can't use my phone for the damn
bugs
I live in privacy,don't like suckers hawking me
News reporters,some think they
can talk for me
Lies,misquotes,changin' all my words around
But if I catch'em on the
street they'll get beat down
They get money for hype-type publicity
They don't think
twice,about dissin' me
But that's a mistake,with tha SYNDICATE you shoudn't mess
I
hope those punk reporters wear vests!
Personal
Take that personal
Now the words I speak to some may sound radical
But I'll explain,it's simply
mathematical
You diss,I diss,this is creates an equal
You reply to my diss,this is
called a sequel
I reply to your diss,this is called a battle
Not intelligent,not
very adult
So I don't battle,I just put heads out
A straight line is always the
direct route
I write lyrics clear,to leave no doubt
Don't even have to say who I'm
speakin' about
You know who you are,you just jealous
'Cause you hear my records are
million sellers
Try to say I'm wack,out on the streets
While your whole crew is
jockin' my beats
See me on T.V. and in the papers
See me at a jam,and catch vapors!
Personal
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