Ice-T - Mic Contract lyrics

Brainstorm microphone napalm
This is it, words from a time bomb
Attack speed, fast as an F15
Raise the heat, light the gasoline
Overload, it might cause a blackout dead end
There's no chance to back out
Hit the tripwire duck from the gunfire
Broken glass, screechin' car tires
Bodies hit the deck as I commence to wreck
Eject another clip and drip sweat
Face of danger, increasin' anger 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 squeal
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 cross hairs 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 break camp
The only way I sleep is in a cold sweat
You think I'm crazy? You ain't see shit yet
Cause, I live to kill and kill for fun
The microphone it 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 suit's and fly gold
Rolex, you can't fit no more diamonds on it
Pinky ring, worth a house
If I decide to pawn 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 hit's 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 when the microphone's on
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 problem nigga?
You think your rep's bigger?
Hold your head 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