Текст (слова) песни: Ice-T - Mic Contract

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 pwn 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
Stay off the shit list

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Ice-T - Mic Contract 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 pwn 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 Stay off the shit list Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Mic Contract: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/108/1/856.html Все тексты песен: Ice-T » Ice-T - Pimp Anthem » Ice-T - Big Gun » Ice-T - O.G. Original Gangster » Ice-T - Depths Of Hell (featuring Daddy Nitro) » Ice-T - You Played Yourself » Ice-T - Heartbeat » Ice-T - Shit Hit The Fan (featuring Shawnie Shaw » Ice-T - They Want Me Back In (featuring Big Rich » Ice-T - Make it Funky » Ice-T - Make it Funky » Ice-T - God Forgive Me » Ice-T - How Does it Feel » Ice-T - I Love Ladies » Ice-T - Make the Loot Loop » Ice-T - Escape from the Killing Fields » Ice-T - This One`s For Me » Ice-T - L.G.B.N.A.F. » Ice-T - Ricochet » Ice-T - I Love Ladies » Ice-T - Personal Рекомендуем скачать: » Bad Brains - Miss Freedom » Bryan Adams - Rocksteady » Billy Ocean - There`ll Be Sad Songs (To Make You Cry) » Big Kap Funkmaster Flex f Beanie Sigel, - The Tunnel » Blessid Union Of Souls - South Hampton Avenue » Brandy - Happy » BBMak - ghost of you and me \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Bette Midler - Baby, It`s Cold Outside » Bathory - Possessed » Big L - 8 Iz Enuff » Beck - pay no mind \| guitar pro tab Рё Mp3 » Billie Holiday - Youre Gonna See a Lot of Me » Bob Seger - Long Twin Silver Line » Babyface - You Cant Run » Boy Hits Car - I`m A Cloud » big sugar - Diggin` a Hole » Beatles, The - When I`m Sixty-four » Bob Dylan - Ninety Miles an Hour (Down a Dead End St » Bob Marley - Them Belly Full » Bee Gees - One
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