Mic Contract - Ice T.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Ice T
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Ice T
[00:02.00] 制作人 : DJ Aladdin/Ice T/SLJ
[00:21.09]Brainstorm microphone napalm
[00:23.46]This is it, words from a time bomb
[00:25.50]Attack speed, fast as an
[00:26.94]F-fifteenRaise the heat, light the gasoline
[00:29.94]Overload, it might cause a blackout
[00:32.10]Dead end, there's no chance to back out
[00:34.05]Hit the tripwire, duck from the gunfire
[00:36.24]Broken glass, screech'n car tires, bodies hit the deck
[00:39.54]As I commence to wreck
[00:40.62]Eject another clip and drip sweat
[00:42.60]Face of danger, increasin' anger
[00:44.91]Point blank,
[00:45.51]I smoke another stranger
[00:46.86]Grip the mic tight,
[00:48.06]I see the brake lights
[00:49.11]Hit the back door,
[00:50.01]I lay down cross the floor
[00:51.39]E's on the wheels, he makes the rubber squeal
[00:53.49]Blood's on my gear from caps
[00:54.93]I've peeled
[00:55.53]About a block away
[00:56.40]I sit up, look back
[00:57.72]It wasn't nothin' but a microphone contract
[01:08.37]Dressed in black,
[01:09.12]I stalk my prey
[01:10.29]Parabellum in a leather attache
[01:12.75]Low tones
[01:13.38]I speak, I speak to few
[01:14.55]Just give me the money and who the **** to do
[01:17.07]Four blocks away my aim's clean
[01:19.08]Night scope on a silence carbine
[01:21.24]Place my cross hairs on my vic's eye
[01:23.25]Squeeze the trigger, watch the brains fly
[01:25.62]Violent? Yeah, you could call me that
[01:27.81]Insane? You're on the right track
[01:29.82]But turn the sounds up so
[01:30.93]I can stay amped
[01:32.07]Do another crew and break camp
[01:34.11]The only way
[01:34.74]I sleep is in a cold sweat
[01:36.21]You say I'm crazy?
[01:37.32]You ain't see shit yet'
[01:38.34]Cause I love to kill and kill for fun
[01:40.47]The microphone goes off like a handgun
[01:42.69]It's goin' down now grab your girl, hops
[01:44.85]No excuses when the bodies begin to drop
[01:46.89]Look in my face, fool, it look like
[01:48.54]I'm playin'
[01:49.20]Don't become another victim of mic slayin'
[01:51.15]What's up?
[02:00.39]You want your feet in some concrete?
[02:02.01]I got some brothers that'll do you for gold teeth
[02:04.05]But most the time
[02:04.86]I move, I move alone
[02:06.18]Take a bat, break your mother****ing dome
[02:08.43]Shoot you dead in the face with a sawed off
[02:10.59]One hundred ten degrees, ice don't get soft'
[02:12.69]Cause I'm hard as they come,
[02:13.80]I come correct
[02:14.79]You can't handle the vandal hit eject
[02:17.01]If not you better get out my face, sucker
[02:19.17]Or else you better be a good bullet ducker'
[02:21.15]Cause I'm a rip shop, tell that ass drop
[02:23.31]Five O ice, yo mother****er a damn co
[02:25.50]Cause I move hard and cold with a gangster stroll
[02:27.66]Five thousand dollar suits and fly gold
[02:29.88]Rolex, you can't fit no more diamonds on it
[02:31.92]Pinky ring, worth a house, if
[02:33.27]I decide to pawn it
[02:34.14]What's up now punk?
[02:35.22]You start to choke up?
[02:36.18]You try to move on the ice, you'll get broke up
[02:55.29]Midnight, time for a homicide
[02:57.66]Showtime, somebody's gonna die
[02:59.97]E hits the switch and thousands of volts connect
[03:02.58]With the weapon that's in my fist
[03:04.11]I see a sucka in the third row, tryin' to riff
[03:06.27]A paragraph and a half he's stiff
[03:08.40]I start bustin' off barrages ear high
[03:10.47]Mothers grab for their children, tears fly
[03:12.72]I'm like a psycho in the microphone zone
[03:14.76]Speakers blown, mind gone,
[03:16.98]I can't be touched
[03:17.67]Once my lyrics begin to fly
[03:19.05]Simple stage radiation could make you die
[03:21.27]You got a problem mother****er, you think your rep's bigger
[03:23.31]Hold your heard right there while
[03:24.66]I squeeze the trigger'
[03:25.50]Cause I'm a crazy mother****er, that's no jok
[03:27.66]My favorite smell is the aroma of gunsmoke
[03:29.85]I'm bustin' off another lyrical mother****e
[03:31.77]Parents hate the ice, you think that
[03:33.48]I care?Well,
[03:34.35]I don't give a **** 'cause
[03:35.43]I rhyme tough
[03:36.27]Drop science, still bust the ill stuff
[03:38.34]So now it's time for crime and the rhyme is mine
[03:40.53]Track the movement hide from the punchline
[03:42.72]I rhyme with quickness, microphone fitness
[03:44.43]The assassinator stay off the ****ing hit lis
[04:18.99] 混音工程师 : Vachik The Terrorist
[04:19.99] 录音工程师 : Batte/Dennis (Deaf P) Parker/Vachik The Terrorist
文本歌词
作词 : Ice T
作曲 : Ice T
制作人 : DJ Aladdin/Ice T/SLJ
Brainstorm microphone napalm
This is it, words from a time bomb
Attack speed, fast as an
F-fifteenRaise 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, screech'n 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 **** 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 say 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 playin'
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 mother****ing 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, sucker
Or else you better be a good bullet ducker'
Cause I'm a rip shop, tell that ass drop
Five O ice, yo mother****er a damn co
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 pawn it
What's up now punk?
You 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 thousands of volts connect
With the weapon that's in my fist
I see a sucka in the third row, tryin' 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 microphone zone
Speakers blown, mind gone,
I can't be touched
Once my lyrics begin to fly
Simple stage radiation could make you die
You got a problem mother****er, you think your rep's bigger
Hold your heard right there while
I squeeze the trigger'
Cause I'm a crazy mother****er, that's no jok
My favorite smell is the aroma of gunsmoke
I'm bustin' off another lyrical mother****e
Parents hate the ice, you think that
I care?Well,
I don't give a **** '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 ****ing hit lis
混音工程师 : Vachik The Terrorist
录音工程师 : Batte/Dennis (Deaf P) Parker/Vachik The Terrorist