Brainstorm microphone napalm  This is it, words from a timebomb  Attack speed, fast as an F15  Raise the heat, light thhe gasoline  Overload, it might cause a blackout  Dead end  There's no chnce 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' nger  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 squel  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 crosshairs 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 breaak camp  The only way I sleep is in a cold sweat  You think 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 play'n  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 sucka  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 pwn it  What's up now punk?  Yo 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 thouands of volts connect  With the weapon that's in my fist  I see a sucka in the third row  Try'n 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 mircrophone zone  Speakers blown, mind gone  I can't be touched  Once my lyrics begin to fly  Simple stage radiation  Could make ya die  Ya 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