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Artist: Ice-T
Album:  The Iceberg/Freedom of Speech
Song:   The Iceberg
   Verse 1
   I-C-E B-E-R-G
   What's that spell? Iceberg, nigga, can't you read?
   Time to bleed, slaughter, slice
   Try to say I wasn't nice as we waxed them punks like lab mice
   Dice 'em up, slice 'em up, dissect
   Put you in a boilin' pot and let your ass sweat
   Cos I rap on game you think I'm weak in a freestyle?
   Well 911 you should dial
   Before my posse makes a move on your mom's crib
   Think we got knives and guns? We got bombs, kid
   Blow up your whole block, ya hear the gunshots
   Throw you in the Syndicate cellar and let your body rot
   Cos I'm the coldest motherfucker that you ever heard
   Call me The Ice...or just The Iceberg
   Verse 2
   Evil E was out coolin' with a freak one night
   Fucked the bitch with a flashlight
   Pulled it out and left the batteries in
   So he could get a charge when he begin
   Used his dick, the shit was tight
   Bitch's titties start blinkin' like tail lights
   Rolled her over to change a connection
   The bitch's ugly face cold spoiled his erection
   I'm the Ice rhymer, a big timer
   And yes I'm a pimp and a player and a hustler and kinda
   A mack and a poet, impressive I know it
   Don't only rhyme for niggas cos I live my life co-ed
   On the mic it's livin' breathin' hype
   A 1989 type Dolemite
   Cool motherfucker, word
   Call me The Ice...or just The Iceberg
   Verse 3
   Charlie Jamm fucked a freak on a ski-lift
   10 below, gave her the dick
   It was cold and she said "Quit!"
   Charlie Jamm said "Bullshit!"
   She said "Oh, oh, oh my god!"
   Charlie's dick was frozen hard
   But she said she never felt it
   Maybe Charlie's dick melted
   Yes, I'm the rhyme kicker, the hard liquor
   Parental Guidance Sticker? Yeah, I'm the nigga
   Triple X is how I rate
   I'm the one your parents hate
   I'm as cold as cold can get
   Under pressure never sweat
   Cool motherfucker, word
   Call me The Ice...or just The Iceberg
   Verse 4
   Out with the posse on a night run
   Girls on the corner, so let's have some fun
   Donald asked one if she was game
   Back Alley Sally was her name
   She moved on the car and moved fast
   On the window pressed her ass
   All at once we heard a crash
   Donald's dick had broke the glass
   Yes, I'm the big wheeler, the girl stealer
   And if we play cards don't let me be the dealer
   The Ice, cool as water, hard as stone
   The black mack of the microphone
   Talkin' shit the way I do
   Rhyme Pays, the posse grew
   Did you like Power? Word
   Well this is The Ice...or just The Iceberg