trap.
01-28-2013, 01:08 AM
01-24-2002
Ice
rulez
they aint no rulez cept, first to 5 wins
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Why is it that you must test me,
My words hit like Ray Lewis, and fracture your spleen
Plain-n-simple, i'm the illest ever seen
A single light beam, would burn you right through
Just image the damage that I'm gonna do
I burn mics like torches in the ancient pyramids of Gaza
You burn like burned out light bulbs in the plaza
I come hot as slasa, and no matter what team, i'm a make the roster
Your raps sound a little like Kriss-Kross's
You come as hard as "mild hot sauces"
I swing swords that can chop the most lethal MCs
But you're not there, your as annoying as the worst "Dick-Tease"
Please, Your like fleas with flies, you can't fuck with these
More supreme lyrical talents, valient warriors crumble once i strike
I slash, and tear like guilitine's when i'm on the mic
It's like i stuck a stick in the wheel of you bike
It's gruesome cuz I fractured you skull
On the battle field, I Conquer like Kull
Too bad, grover, i see your eyes start to get swolle
Here's a bowl of my knowledge, drink until your stomache's full
Cuz, it's obvious that you desperately need a hand
I stand tall, like the Shinx at the MGM Grand
And cause unexpected use of back-up plans
Sorry, Ice, but you just got blown away like fans......
Black Ice (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=1389)
Polish the steel for a freak who chooses to frolic with skills
You still learnin’ game~Ice programs a fate to demolish ya will
Whip appeal to ya soft style you a baby-faced child
Deficatin’ in briefs but the shit’ll cease when my temper is reconciled
With the warrior heart~the ultimate rippin’ ya ass apart
To run ya crack to the back of ya head for stinkin’ thoughts
In the fog of war, ya bars are out dated like commodores
No Atari logic for a Pentium prophet who’s ram-ming to score
Lyrical bursts~Rip the legs out from under this fake Jevon Kearse
Shit on Learch ~Flex pituitary on this half-wit and await ya rebirth
Cryogenics to avoid my menace where escape is narrowed to one digit percentage
Is evidenced in my attempts~Swingin’ harder to win the pennant~
Yes, cruelty is intended when my patent’s pendin’ the last inning
I round bases in ya stasis~Got more night lines than Peter Jennings
You still beginning, Freak, it’s a shame you met ya end so soon
Acquainted with gloom felt my presence when I walked in ya room
Scuff my shoes on the vertebrae of this buffoon~internal collapse
Perhaps you should’ve raised the white flag before challengin’ Black
My verses are brick houses~Stacked with enough force to douse ya little spark
Impart overflow til I break ya damn spirit and soul apart
As after thought, prepare for existence without flesh
Alter the best in battle like unhealed scars that usher death
Grope in the dark~unaware that cold fission is about to start
With Ice at the helm~Reducin’ freak mutants to pillars of salt
Ice
rulez
they aint no rulez cept, first to 5 wins
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Why is it that you must test me,
My words hit like Ray Lewis, and fracture your spleen
Plain-n-simple, i'm the illest ever seen
A single light beam, would burn you right through
Just image the damage that I'm gonna do
I burn mics like torches in the ancient pyramids of Gaza
You burn like burned out light bulbs in the plaza
I come hot as slasa, and no matter what team, i'm a make the roster
Your raps sound a little like Kriss-Kross's
You come as hard as "mild hot sauces"
I swing swords that can chop the most lethal MCs
But you're not there, your as annoying as the worst "Dick-Tease"
Please, Your like fleas with flies, you can't fuck with these
More supreme lyrical talents, valient warriors crumble once i strike
I slash, and tear like guilitine's when i'm on the mic
It's like i stuck a stick in the wheel of you bike
It's gruesome cuz I fractured you skull
On the battle field, I Conquer like Kull
Too bad, grover, i see your eyes start to get swolle
Here's a bowl of my knowledge, drink until your stomache's full
Cuz, it's obvious that you desperately need a hand
I stand tall, like the Shinx at the MGM Grand
And cause unexpected use of back-up plans
Sorry, Ice, but you just got blown away like fans......
Black Ice (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=1389)
Polish the steel for a freak who chooses to frolic with skills
You still learnin’ game~Ice programs a fate to demolish ya will
Whip appeal to ya soft style you a baby-faced child
Deficatin’ in briefs but the shit’ll cease when my temper is reconciled
With the warrior heart~the ultimate rippin’ ya ass apart
To run ya crack to the back of ya head for stinkin’ thoughts
In the fog of war, ya bars are out dated like commodores
No Atari logic for a Pentium prophet who’s ram-ming to score
Lyrical bursts~Rip the legs out from under this fake Jevon Kearse
Shit on Learch ~Flex pituitary on this half-wit and await ya rebirth
Cryogenics to avoid my menace where escape is narrowed to one digit percentage
Is evidenced in my attempts~Swingin’ harder to win the pennant~
Yes, cruelty is intended when my patent’s pendin’ the last inning
I round bases in ya stasis~Got more night lines than Peter Jennings
You still beginning, Freak, it’s a shame you met ya end so soon
Acquainted with gloom felt my presence when I walked in ya room
Scuff my shoes on the vertebrae of this buffoon~internal collapse
Perhaps you should’ve raised the white flag before challengin’ Black
My verses are brick houses~Stacked with enough force to douse ya little spark
Impart overflow til I break ya damn spirit and soul apart
As after thought, prepare for existence without flesh
Alter the best in battle like unhealed scars that usher death
Grope in the dark~unaware that cold fission is about to start
With Ice at the helm~Reducin’ freak mutants to pillars of salt