Artist: Ice-T Album: O.G. Original Gangster Song: Pulse of the Rhyme Typed by: email@example.com [Verse One: Ice-T] Just checking my microphone once as I test your audio Increase the bass response, hoping the speakers blow I got no time to sit and flip and pop bullshit Turn up your stereo hops, insert the rhyme clip Close your windows up, make sure it's air tight E.Q. the track exact, so shit sounds right I rhyme of death and darkness and danger Your crib or car becomes a torture chamber I lace 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 shit and I don't give a damn Roll up, your eye will get swoll up Suckers who flexed, yo, their deaths got tolled up (Hold Up!) Cause I'm not the nigga to toy with, boy with the big mouth You got time to riff? - there's time to take you out Put a couple caps in your ass, cut your head off Send it to your moms with flowers cause I'm so soft Lay on your whack crew, smoke the whole bunch Bury them in my backyard, and then I'll eat lunch Cause I don't give a fuck about you, or him or her Whenever I'm in the house; a death just might occur Is this real or fiction? - you'll never know While you're locked to the pulse of the rhyme flow! [* Beat Break*] [Verse Two: Ice-T] Once I lock you up, you can't get loose You stuck your head inside then I placed the noose The mic drips juice slow from the steel mesh My words feel like hooks underneath your flesh Making you twist and turn, scorch and burn When will you learn? - the Nineties are my turn To pitch a vocal fit, like the ultimate Gangster rhyme, yo, I invented this shit! Watch me do it, as I do it and I do it right Grab the gauge, duct tape on the flashlight Don of the black Ski Mask can come to your house Cut off your power, and do you with the lights out! Is this real or fiction? - well you'll never know While you're locked to the pulse of the rhyme flow! [* Beat Break*] [Verse Three: Ice-T] 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 burning, 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 You wanna come, bring your shotgun You ever seen your partner die? - No, Well I have! You ever seen your father die? - No, Well I have! You ever seen your mother die? - No, Well I have! So shut the fuck up, punk! - and clear the rhyme path! What would make 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 you'll never know While you're locked to the pulse of the rhyme flow! [Verse Four: Ice-T] Chasing, tails of the Crib in the Darkside Another fly murder, another suicide Did these flicks have an influence on my brain? I really doubt that shit, 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 for life or death Flexing my hands on your neck, all I want is your last breath Give me a motherfucking break, I should behave Give me a motherfucking shovel, I'll dig graves! I break ill in extra large portions Where's your parents? - I'll make you an orphan So when you're talking crazy, you better think of me The I, to the C, to the E, to the fucking T! There'll be no screams, no tears or cries Just a laser beam between your fucking eyes You feel strange, so now you know That you're locked to the pulse of the rhyme flow! Flow! Flow!