Pulse Of The Rhyme Lyrics - O.g. Original Gangster - Ice T

Just checkin' my microphone once 

As I check your audio 

Increase the bass response 

Hope n the speakers blow 

I got no time to sit and flip 

And pop bullshit 

Turn up your stereo hops 

Insert the rhyme clip 

Roll your windows up 

Make sure it7s air tight 

E.Q. the track exact 

So shit sounds right 

I rhyme of death 

And darkness and danger 

Your crib or car 

Becomes a torture chamber 

I write my rhymes with violence 

What you expect? 

Sounds of pain 

The snap of a broken neck 

All alone in darkness I sit each night 

Write my rhymes 

With blood upon a butcher knife 

You say the Ice is ill, and ill I am 

They try to ban my shit 

And I don't give a damn 

Roll up, your eye will get swoll up 

Suckers who flexed 

Yo, their deaths got tolled up 

Cause I'm not the nigga to toy with 

Boy with the big mouth 

Ya got time to riff? 

There's time to take you out 

Put a couple caps in your ass 

Cut your head off 

Send it to your mom with flowers 

Cause I'm so soft 

Lay on your wack crew 

Smoke the whole bunch 

Bury 'em in my bck yard 

And then I'll eat lunch 

Cause I don't give a fuck about you 

Or him or her 

Whenever I'm in the house 

A death just might occur 

Is this real or fiction 

You'll never know 

CHORUS 

While you're locked to the 

Pulse of the rhyme flow! 

Once I lock you up, you can't get loose 

You put your head inside 

And I placed the noose 

The mic drips juice slow 

From its steel mesh 

My words feel like hooks 

Underneath your flesh 

Makin' you twist and turn 

Scorch and burn, when will you learn? 

The '90s are my turn 

To pitch a vocal fit, like the ultimate 

Gangster rhyme, yo, I invented the shit! 

Watch me dod it, as I do it 

And I do it right 

Grab the gauge 

Duct tape on the flashlight 

Doin' the black ski mask 

And come to your house 

Cut off your power 

And do you with the lights out! 

Is this real or fiction? 

You'll never know 

CHORUS 

A pool of blood 

and floating body parts 

Would make me grin 

A close view of a razor 

When it's breaking skin 

If you were burnin' 

I'd use gasoline to put you out 

Cause I walk alone 

And choose the dark route 

Nightmares gotta be loved by some 

And I'm the one 

Ya want to come, bring your shotgun 

You ever see your partner die? 

No? Well I have! 

You ever see your father die? 

No? Well I have! 

You ever see your mother die? 

No? Well I have! 

So shut the fuck up, punk 

And clear the rhyme path! 

What would make meel calm and nice 

Is a slow slice 

Through your jugular and windpipe 

Throw me in jail 

I won't even try to make bail 

Put me in the gas chamber 

And watch me inhale! 

Is this true or false? 

Well you'll never know 

CHORUS 

Jason, Tales from the Crypt 

And the Dark Side 

Another fly murder, another suicide 

Did these flicks 

Have an influence on my brain? 

I really doubt that shit 

I think that I was born insane 

When I was young 

I had a lust for knives and guns 

Use a magnifying glass 

To fry an ant with the sun 

And on and on 

My lust for death got bigger 

At fifteen 

I was placed behind a trigger 

Although I'm dirty 

Not the one to be swept up 

step up, I'd love to open your chest up 

I've got no concept of life or death 

All I want is your last breath 

Give me a motherfuckin' break 

I should behave 

Give me a motherfuckin' shovel 

I'll dig graves! 

I break ill in extra large portions 

where's your parents 

I'll make you an orphan 

So when you're talkin' crazy 

You better think of me 

The I, to the see, to the E, to the fuckin' T! 

There'll be no tears 

No screams or cries, just a laser beam 

Between your fuckin' eyes 

You feel strange well now you know 

CHORUS