Verse one:. . Magnificent rhymer, Ill beat designer. If they ask you if I'm def. Don't front and say kinda. Merciless. Meticulous. So fresh it's rediculous.
People, it's time for the Ice crush. So listen to my words I bring much. Sense, as I commence, my lyrics intense. Your telephoto, break out your big lens.
Yeah. Too many hardcore mothafuckas out here in this business. Ain't gettin their proper loot. You know what I'm sayin?. (Right). Check the technique.
Every year the same shit happens. More fuckin' funerals, dead homies. Niggas out here killin' each other. I don't know why. And when it happens to you.
Yeah. . Yeah. . Check this out: now I'm black. But black people trip. 'Cause white people like me. White people like me. But don't like them. What's the fuck up.
Dark, crimson tides of blood. Will flow like water into wine. I smell you fear,. Our lives coincide. Please respect, the presence of. The dead. For they weep, they are damned.
The long lasting record. The customary truths. Historic correlation. Questioning is moot. Victor's think the privilege. Of taking the account. Falls on their shoulders.
An honest day's work for an honest day's pay. Stay taking wages the anonymous way. Calmish. Pay to the Amish selling. Promise me gold brawn, palm itch swelling.
Copping pains at night. Better off going bar hopping. Waiting to fight, right?. Nobody wants to get tapped by the gauntlet. If you got it flaunt it, they say rap is on it.
Rain falling and a chance of snow. Jonah Louie on the radio. French beer and mistletoe. That'll be Christmas. . Cars queueing on the edge of town. Afternoon with the blinds pulled down.
They're coming with their stories and they're coming with their wine. They got a copy of a Chopin tune and an old no-smoking sign. They're mapping every person's life, aligning every chart.
Your shadow has grown longer. The wind is at your back. They dressed you up so pretty. In red, white and black. . Roll the sixes gently. Consult the zodiac.
Through the iron winter to the fires of June. Through the five o'clock skyline to the deeadlocked moon. There's a flickering figure dancing alone. Making her junk creatures out of rags and bones.
I love you like a whisper. I love you all alone. I love you like a murder, babe. I'm burying the bones. I love you like the last shot. At the bottom of the bottle.
Shes a sugar plum in a blue dress. Shes worth a million gold pieces. And I see visions in her hair. Of a nuclear sky. . And I, Im running away from that red farm.
Red One, oh, Pixie. . My heart is bouncing like a hip-hop beat. Boy, this is half the drama you're causing me. But I can't decide if it's good or bad for me.
I'll be there when the train stops. And the old '64 drops. And the [?] just like. Fresh squeezed lemonade on the road. 'Cause I know it's been a long drive.
This ain't a fairy tale. There's, no way to tip the scales. For, each win I seem to fail. That's the way it goes. Sometimes I ain't that tough. And, my best ain't good enough.
Oh Yeah. Oh Yeah. Oh Yeah. Oh Yeah. . Want you to rock me. rock me all night long. Want you to rock me. rock me all night long. I want you to rock me.
Well, I wish I was a catfish,. Swimmin in a oh, deep, blue sea. I would have all you good lookin women,. Fishin, fishin after me. Sure 'nough, a-after me.