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 ************t 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******' 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 ****** 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 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 prob ******, you think your rep's bigger? Hold your heard right there while I squeeze the trigger' Cause I'm a crazy mother******, that's no joke My favorite smell is the aroma of gunsmoke I'm bustin' off another lyrical nigh******are 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 ************t list
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 ************t 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******' 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 ****** 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 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 prob ******, you think your rep's bigger? Hold your heard right there while I squeeze the trigger' Cause I'm a crazy mother******, that's no joke My favorite smell is the aroma of gunsmoke I'm bustin' off another lyrical nigh******are 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 ************t list
