Brainstorm microphone napalm   This is it, words from a time bomb   Attack speed, fast as an F-fifteen   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, 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 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 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 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, sucker   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 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 nigga, you think your rep's bigger?   Hold your heard 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