Ice-T: Pulse of the rhyme

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 wanna 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 C, 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