The bodies of millions pile atop The splintered streets of a now rotting metropolis Ignorantly drowning in the flames and fumes fabricated by their own
Damn! B-E-3 GO! International rap For the leader of the rat pack Who's back for more Back back back He's equipped with gats And more artillery than
hour we kill a hostage We judge mc's by they lyrical fitness And punish dj's for puttin corny stickers on they mixes Smack the stripper bitches for askin for
mc's by they lyrical fitness And punish dj's for puttin corny stickers on they mixes Smack the stripper bitches for askin for our autograph and pictures
me M-O-N-O-X-I-D to the E And it really don't matter what you think of me I'm up in this bitch for free Hanging with family And all I keep thinking is
, icky, icky, ya, ya This ain't no blair witch, beware bitch I'll pick your motherfuckin' brain with an icepick Remember me, the V I C E Well, here's
m the fuse, Rhyme-F-E-S-T I'm {"Dy-no-mite!"} Niggaz runnin for cover from the fallin debris I'm {"Dy-no-mite!"} Explosive, nigga blowin up the streets
I'd like to thank the Mack God for all tha playa prophets that he sent I'd like to thank him for Donald Going and Iceberg Slim For dottin their I's and
the king of the jungle Nigga, what I bring won't be humble, y'all women and kids won't get no mercy Nigga want r-e-s-p-e-c-t, 'cause a nigga in the
Nothin' to pick up the gauge, explosion, blown Contend with the fifth dog Never could anyone check how I'm servin' for the C L E Get took to the streets
a pussycat, ready for labor L'll have you breakin' locks I'll have you cookin' fried rice in a big steel box The type of skills that I got reigned for
get loved shit get done round here, do you, not us [Chorus] Im gon do what I want cause this lifea??s made for living you got to know nothings for sure
the start Ran for the finish got detoured from the fast route by another One spot holder hold ground for our town, N.Y. For those who don't acknowledge
sloans Explosive head bullets, black hooded Timberland footed ninjas, who full metal jacket clips And know how to put it in you Surrender your goods and your merchandise For
ya ya icky icky ya ya Ice-- This aint no blair witch beware bitch Ill pick ur motherfuckin brain with an icepick remember me the V I C E well heres my
You crave more taste of my funk When my track drop ain't enough space in ya trunk Soul for real, but not the group I'm solo goin for dolo in the drop
a wifebeater, find a new man And for my little sisters in the misery Sweet sixteen you ain't alone in the pregnancy I pour some liquors for my homies
[Lady Dynamite] WHen i step up on the microphone, explosive people learn to pimp an play like they know dis but they neva see the dynamite get firocious
