Pulse Of The Rhyme - ICE-T

Just checkin' my microphone once

As I test your audio

Increase the bass response

Hope n the speakers blow

I got no time to sit and flip

And pop bullsh*t

Turn up your stereo hops

Insert the rhyme clip

Roll your windows up

Make sure it's air tight

Eq the track exact

So sh*t sounds right

I rhyme of death

And darkness and danger

Your crib or car

Becomes a torture chamber

I write my rhymes with violence

What you expect

Sounds of pain

The snap of a broken neck

All alone in darkness I sit each night

Write my rhymes

With blood upon a butcher knife

You say the ice is ill and ill I am

They try to ban my sh*t

And I don't give a d**n

Roll up

Your eye will get swoll up

Suckers who flexed

Yo their deaths got tolled up

'Cause I'm not the ni**a to toy with

Boy with the big mouth

Ya got time to riff

Theres time to take you out

Put a couple caps in your a**

Cut your head off

Send it to your mom with flowers

'Cause I'm so soft

Lay on your wack crew

Smoke the whole bunch

Bury em in my bck yard

And then Ill eat lunch

'Cause I don't give a f**k about you

Or him or her

Whenever I'm in the house

A death just might occur

Is this real or fiction

Youll never know

While you're locked to the

Pulse of the rhyme flow

Once I lock you up you can't get loose

You put your head inside

And I placed the noose

The mic drips juice slow

From it's steel mesh

My words feel like hooks

Underneath your flesh

Makin' you twist and turn

Scorch and burn

When will you learn

The 90s are my turn

To pitch a vocal fit like the ultimate

Gangster rhyme

Yo I invented the sh*t

Watch me do it as I do it

And I do it right

Grab the gauge

Duct tape on the flashlight

Doin' the black ski mask

And come to your house

Cut off your power

And do you with the lights out

Is this real or fiction

You'll never know

While you're locked to the

Pulse of the rhyme flow flow

A pool of blood

And floating body parts

Would make me grin

A close view of a razor

When it's breaking skin

If you were burnin'

I'd use gasoline to put you out

'Cause I walk alone

And choose the dark route

Nightmares gotta be loved by some

And I'm the one

Ya wanna come bring your shotgun

You ever see your partner die

No well I have

You ever see your father die

No well I have

You ever see your mother die

No well I have

So shut the f**k up punk

And clear the rhyme path

What would make me feel calm and nice

Is a slow slice

Through your jugular and windpipe

Throw me in jail

I won't even try to make bail

Put me in the gas chamber

And watch me inhale

Is this true or false

Well youll never know

While you're locked to the

Pulse of the rhyme flow

Jason tales from the crypt

And the dark side

Another fly murder

Another suicide

They did flicks

Have an influence on my brain

I really doubt that sh*t

I think that I was born insane

When I was young

I had a lust for knives and guns

Use a magnifying glass

To fry an ant with the sun

And on and on

My lust for death got bigger

At fifteen

I was placed behind a trigger

Although I'm dirty

Not the one to be swept up

Step up

I'd love to open your chest up

I've got no concept of life or death

Placing my hands on your neck

All I want is your last breath

Give me a motherf**kin' break

I should behave

Give me a motherf**kin' shovel

Ill dig graves

I break ill in extra large portions

Wheres your parents

Ill make you an orphan

So when you're talkin' crazy

You better think of me

The I to the C to the E to the fu**in' T

There'll be no scream

No tears or cries just a laser beam

Between your fu**in' eyes

You feel strange

So now you know

That you're locked to the

Pulse of the rhyme flow

Flow