Текст песни Ras Kass - Soul On Ice (Remix)
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[Verse One]The waterproof MC, you ain`t wettin meYou need to stop rappin and start robbin banks like Steady B Cause see, no matter how much green you makeYou`ll never taste the avocado, just another broke Versace modelTiger Woods ain`t even up to par in the game of survivalThat`s why I`m pissin in y`all Cristal bottlesDrink Listerine, brush my teeth with amphetamineSo I can sound fresh and say dope things in betweenThree strikes to five mics - forever snortinI want a woman with the body of a whore and a personality like LaurynCan`t even say I didn`t knowCause while we wanna be N.W.A. they create the N.W.O.How many years, fo` mo` - so fuck the fake John GottiesAin`t got no Mazzeraties I be at the party sippin hot toddiesMy shit pumpin everything, out Audis in SaudiI`m +Thuggish Ruggish+ to the Bone,"and I`m gonna diss everybody.. and I`m gonna diss everybody.."[Chorus: repeat 2X]You want the truth, can`t handle the truthYou want Lexus moonroof, Hennesssy 80 proofScared to death, playin the game of life..Soul on Ice[Verse Two]I keep the afterparty swervin, {*inhale*} not quite like Michael IrvinEdumacating urban youth, like it or notThese soliloquies explain our people`s lack of stabilityYou keepin it real, but ain`t got a clue what reality really beSee the diameter of your knowledge is the circumference of your activityMe, I knew the deal before Babyface went solo; baggin dime piecesstackin dividends and dressin in more linen than Yoko OnoBut on the low doe we fightin over the scrapsWorshippin the almighty dollar - "In God We Trust," look it overNow what the fuck pyramids got to do with the pilgrims or JehovahNovus Ordo Seclorum means New World OrderThat`s why I keep my friends close and my enemies closerWe runnin around in thousand dollar clown suitsBetter get some boots when Lucifer turn your city to Beirut, nigga[Chorus][Verse Three]I avoid one-timeGot Lela Rochon callin my genitals sunshineFifth floor of the Mandriane, so go `head nigga pop your DomI`m the man whose esophagus transform to a fuckin gat like MegatronHere`s a sport unknown to Bob Costas, give it a name and you a haterBut violence don`t play that game, manGuerilla penmanship, the, preacher impeacherHeat seeker MC when I get pissed like a urethra My day-to-day I`m tryin to bubble, first placeThis paper I chase, "Touch Me and Tease Me" like CaseBut in the millenium, CREAM turns electronic UPC barcodes on the hand is demonicThey got concentration camps, from Alaska to JerseyBut when the President declare a national emergencyHe payin car notes tryin to +Rock the Vote+I`m spittin razor-sharp quotes tryin to slit the Pope`s throat[Chorus]Uh, uh.. yeahI`m rhymin - beats provided by Diamond