O.G. Original Gangster
Pulse of the Rhyme
Ice-T
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[Verse 2]
Once I lock you up, you can't get loose
You stuck your head inside✦ and I placed✦ the noose
The mic drip juice slow from its 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 shit
Watch me do it, as I do it and I do it right
Grab the gauge, duct tape on the flashlight
Don 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, well you'll never✦ know
While you're locked✦ to the pulse of the rhyme flow
[Verse 3]
A pool of blood and floatin' body✦ parts would make me grin
A close view of a razor when it's breakin' skin
If you was 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, 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 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 you'll never✦ know
While you're locked✦ to the pulse of the rhyme flow
[Verse 4]
Jason,✦ Tales✦ from the Crypt and 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 love 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 motherfuckin'✦ break, I should behave✦
Give me a motherfuckin'✦ 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 talkin'✦ crazy,✦ you better✦ think of me
The I, to the C, to the E, to the fuckin'✦ T
There'll be no screams, no tears or cries
Just a laser✦ beam between✦ your fuckin'✦ eyes
You feel strange, so now you know
That you're locked✦ to the pulse of the rhyme flow
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