It's goin down   From the Ammo Dump   I got my nigga SLJ and DJ Aladdin   Droppin the fat tracks   Hit em with it   Syndicate's in the muthafuckin house   All duck MC's get flat, muthfuckas   Yeah      1993   And it's still me   A rappin brother from L.A., the cool T   Diss a brother, hate a brother, I still come back   With the fat tracks, fuck the pop crap   I got a mind to cold diss a fool   Wack rappers sellin out urge me to pull tools   For no reason   Pop suckers hookin for hits like hoes skeezin   Prostitutes that can't shoot, yet you clock loot   Dancesteps with the weak styles, but you look cute   Bitch, that shit's wack   Let Hammer dance, and you other fools ease back   The microphone in some twist in a clenched fist   Mind locked on ???? load of my hit list   And make duck rappers pray   Many talk shit, but none step this way   Cause I'm quick to beat down a weak clown   Clock crazy juice from L.A. to the Boogie Down   I play the whole map   Got hoes locked like a muthafuckin bear trap   Ice muthafuckin T   Before hoes gee they need two forms of I.D.   Never fess, not the best, but I'm hard to shake   Huh, watch the Ice break      Watch the Ice break      Yo, let's see now who's tryin to diss me   Say I sold out cause I rocked with the B.C.   Y'all are bitches, you're straight wack   Quick to talk shit, but always behind the back   I do whatever I wanna do, punk hoe   I rock a perm, you rock an afro   I wear khakis, while y'all wear silk   Y'all drink forties, and I drink milk   Cause that's my muthafuckin biz   I never sell out, cause it's no sale, kid   Hardcore to my heart from the fuckin start   Whether done over beats or loud guitars   I drop the dope hits   Case you forgot, I invented this gangsta shit   You wanna step to me? New jack, walk   Come back in five LP's, then we can talk   You're just new, kid, you got a hit out   In interviews you talk a lotta shit out   You got paid, you really made out   You went broke when your one jam played out   Now you're searchin for that one more hit   Shhhiiit   I ain't new to this, I got gangs of gold   I come original, then I break the mold   Too many MC's hit, then fold   They're just fakes   Hah, watch the Ice break      Watch the Ice break      Yeah   Syndicate jumpin off 1993   On some old fly smooth shit   All the muthfuckas out there down with us   You know what I'm sayin?   We're rollin strong   All the busters out there that got some static to say   We're settin this shit off physically this year   Like KRS-One says:   Sucker MC's duck down   Muthafuckas ain't takin no shit   I'm swingin on busters, point-blank   Diss me and it's on   Straight up      Now it's the break of dawn   And the mic is still on   All hoes are fuckin and the rhymes are damn strong   Many MC's that choke from the mic smoke   Those who tried to get with me   Lost in rhyme infinity   Or they lost breath   Try to step to the Ice equals sure death   Cause ??it's then I begin?? than you ever assume   Drop the mic, go rap in your living room   I love the quick kill   Swing on a nigga sometimes just to break ill   Knuckle up, buster, fool, in his fuckin eye   All hands, I need no gun, yo punk, why?   Cause if I pull my gun, you die   No second try   I gotta cool out now, so I don't over-freeze   Nut up and start murderin MC's   Start catchin bodies from state to state   Throw on a ski mask and walk the streets late   And do me up a whole damn crew   The Geto Boys was trippin, but my mind's trickin me too   Cause diss me, and I meet you one day   And bet your life it won't be a fun day   I hope, nigga, it's not your fate   That you're around when the Ice breaks      When the Ice breaks