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Ras Kass - Soul on Ice Lyrics The waterproof MC, you ain't wettin' me You need to stop rappin' and start robbin' banks like Steady B Cause see, no matter how much green you make You never taste the avocado, just another broke Versace model Tiger Woods ain't even up to par in the game of survival That's why I'm pissin' in y'all Cristal bottles Drink Listerine, brush my teeth with amphetamine So I can sound fresh and say dope things in between Three strikes to five mics (forever snortin'), I want a woman With the body of a whore and a personality like Lauryn Can't even say I didn't know 'cause while we wanna be NWA they create the NWO How many years, fo' mo' so fuck them fake John Gotties Ain't got no Mazzeraties I be at the party sippin' on Todies My niggas pumpin' areas, out Audies in Saudi I'm thuggish ruggish to the bone, and I'm gonna dis everybody Chorus (x2): You want the truth, can't handle the truth, you want Lexus Moonroof, Hennesssy 80 proof Niggas scared to death, playin' the game of life Soul on ice I keep the afterparty swervin', *inhale* not quite like Michael Irvin Edumacating urban youth, like it or not These soliloquies explain our people's lack of stability You keepin it real, but ain't got a clue what reality really be See the diameter of your knowledge Is the circumference of your activity, me I knew the deal before Babyface went solo, baggin' dime pieces Stackin' dividends and dressin' in more linen than Yoko Ono But on the low doe we fightin' over the scraps Worshippin' the almighty dollar In God We Trust, look it over Now what the fuck pyramids got to do with the pilgrims or Jehovah 'Novus Ordo Seclorum' means 'New World Order' That's why I keep my friends close and my enemies closer We runnin' around in thousand dollar clown suits Better get some boots when Lucifer turn your city to Beirut Chorus: (x2) You want the truth, cna't handle the truth, you want Lexus Moonroof, Hennessy 80 proof Niggas scared to death, playin' the game of life Soul on ice Void one time got Lela Rochon callin' my Jimmy Sunshine Fifth floor on the Mandriane, so go 'head fella Pop your dime, I'm the man whose esophagus Transform to a gat like Megatron He'a sporter known to Bob Costas, give it a name and you a hater But violence don't play that game Guerilla penmanship, the, preacher impeacher Heat seek an MC when I get pissed like a urethra My day-to-day I'm tryin' to bubble, first place This paper I chase, Touch Me and Tease Me like Case But in the millenium, this CREAM turns electronic UPC barcodes on the hand is demonic They got concentration camps from Alaska to Jersey But when the President declare a national emergency You can't crock notes tryin' to Rock The Vote I'm spittin' razor-sharp quotes tryin' to slit the Pope's throat Chorus: (x2) You want the truth can't handle the truth, you want Lexus Moonroof, Hennessy 80 proof Niggas scared to death, playin' the game of life Soul on ice Uh, uh Yeah I'm rhymin', beats provided by Diamond Ras Kass - Soul on Ice Lyrics Intro: "Soul" (echo) Hook: "Soul on ice" Verse 1: I was told two wrongs don't make a right But three rights make a left Act your age not your color But I'd rather act darker Mark a page with mazes of labyrinth Fuck up a rhyme so bad I leave the microphone abstinent To MC or not to MC? Beyond B.E.T. and MTV exists me Origin Cause God created man and man created hip hop I declined to participate until I was orientated I heard 50,000 drivebys And 49,999 was lies No surprise, as the sun rises Thine eyes have seen the light But we stalk the night I expose like an overbite In limbo I lamp Rape the lady kill the tramp The wrong action for the motive So now Give me 50,000 black angry role models Take me to DC I'll throw the first fuckin' bottle Cause I don't give a fuck about a menial existence And I don't give a fuck about nonviolent resistance Civil right will not suffice In the name of Jesus Christ they got my Soul On Ice Hook Verse 2: Walkin' on skulls cause I'm two steps ahead So I started at square three Now I'm Cubed like O'Shea Jackson be Subzero catching fatalities to my spirituality Smoke like a chimney, drink like a Kennedy Still no remedy Fuck shooting a fair one Cause open cuts from fuckin' some nigga up Can lead to contracting HIV positivity You never know who got traits of femininity What agwan, pussy wool blood clot And deal with the bullshit bodybot business faggot You play the villain There will be another soundbwoy killin' Benadryl pumps through my adrenaline Feelin' my raps weight I track Heavy like Tony Dofat Hip hop is 2% milk but mostly no fat (phat) And most MCs ain't prepared So what I say goes over your head like pubic hair In 1999 (flip the script) Triple six One world government "Novus Ordo Seclorum" Check your dead president Represented on the one dollar bill And if Clinton was the answer it was a stupid question My Soul's On Ice Hook |
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