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Everybody step back from the mic as I set it off
All playin' the wall, it's time to sweat it off
Anybody with static -- oh, please try --
I'll do ya like Godfather 3 and do a fly by
Time to rip and hit and strangle
I eat Guardian Angels
And toy emcees with their names on the front page
I bury in shallow graves
I don't rap to girls on my L.P.
I don't beg for pussy
I love the ladies and they love me right back
Now who's the mack?
Mission accomplished
I came to stomp this
Microphone and leave suckers unconscious
And if you you think you've got an "S" on your chest
You better wear two vests
Watch your back, your front
I always hit, don't bunt
Crazy posse when I'm out on a duck hunt
Emcee Ice, he answers to no one
Load my rhymes and cock 'em like a shotgun
Let off like frags from a pipe bomb
A slow stroll and my mic in my right palm
The cops hate me and that's right they oughtta
Before my crew gets to their daughters
Do you know me? Right
That's why I carry the mic
I'm not flashing my American Express
I'm playing my cards close to my vest
My name that you say, what, I'm fessin'?
Listen up and listen close and listen for the lesson
Black Panther assessin' the situation
Executing with tact, jumping exact
Ripping' up slack, on attack
86'in mack, turn tails head back
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