Mic Contract Lyrics - O.g. Original Gangster - Ice T

Brainstorm microphone napalm 

This is it, words from a timebomb 

Attack speed, fast as an F15 

Raise the heat, light thhe gasoline 

Overload, it might cause a blackout 

Dead end 

There's no chnce to back out 

Hit the tripwire 

Duck from the gunfire 

Broken glass, screech'n car tires, bodies hit the deck 

As I commence to wreck 

Eject another clip and drip sweat 

Face of danger, increasin' nger 

Point blank 

I smoke another stranger 

Grip the mic tight 

I see the brake lights 

Hit the back door 

I lay down cross the floor 

E's on the wheels 

He makes the rubber squel 

Blood's on my gear 

From caps I've peeled 

About a block away I sit up 

Look back 

It wasn't nothin' but a 

Microphone contract! 

Dressed in black I stalk my prey 

Parabellum in a leather attache 

Low tones I speak, I speak to few 

Just give me the money 

and who the fuck to do 

Four blocks away my aim's clean 

Night scope on a silence carbine 

Place my crosshairs on my vic's eye 

Squeeze the trigger 

Watch the brains fly 

Violent? Yeah you could call me that 

Insane? You're on the right track 

But turn the sounds up 

So I can stay amped 

Do another crew and breaak camp 

The only way I sleep is in a cold sweat 

You think I'm crazy? 

You ain't see shit yet 

Cause I love to kill and kill for fun 

The microphone goes off 

Like a handgun 

It's goin' down now 

Grab your girl hops 

No excuses when the bodies 

begin to drop 

Look in my face fool 

It look like I'm play'n 

Don't become another 

Victim of mic slayin' 

What's up? 

You want your feet in some concrete? 

I got some brothers 

That'll do you for gold teeth 

But most the time I move, I move alone 

Take a bat 

Break your motherfuckin' dome 

Shoot you dead in the face 

With a sawed off 

One hundred ten degrees 

Ice don't get soft 

Cause I'm hard as they come 

I come correct 

You can't handle the vandal hit eject 

If not you better get 

Out my face sucka 

Or else you better be 

A good bullet ducker 

Cause I'm a rip shop 

Tell that ass drop 

Five o Ice, yo fuck a damn cop! 

Cause I move hard and cold 

With a gangster stroll 

Five thousand dollar suits 

And fly gold 

Rolex, you can't fit no more 

Diamonds on it 

Pinky ring, worth a house 

If I decide to own it 

What's up now punk? 

Yo start to choke up? 

You try to move on the Ice 

You'll get broke up! 

Midnight, time for a homicide 

Showtime, somebody's gonna die 

E hits the switch 

And thouands of volts connect 

With the weapon that's in my fist 

I see a sucka in the third row 

Try'n to riff 

A paragraph and a half he's stiff 

I start bustin' off barrages ear high 

Mothers grab for their children 

Tears fly 

I'm like a psycho 

In the mircrophone zone 

Speakers blown, mind gone 

I can't be touched 

Once my lyrics begin to fly 

Simple stage radiation 

Could make ya die 

Ya got a prob nigga 

you think your rep's bigger? 

Hold your heard right there 

While I squeeze the trigger 

Cause I'm a crazy motherfucker 

That's no joke 

My favorite smell is 

The aroma of gunsmoke 

I'm bustin' off another 

Lyrical nightmare 

Parents hate the Ice! 

You think that I care? 

Well I don't give a fuck 

Cause I rhyme tough 

Drop science, still bust the ill stuff 

So now it's time for crime 

And the rhyme is mine 

Track the movement 

Hide from the punchline 

I rhyme with quickness 

Microphone fitness 

The assassinator 

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