Pulse Of The Rhyme

Just checkin' my microphone once as

I test your audio

Increase the bass response hopin' the speakers blow

I got no time to sit and flip and pop bullshit

Turn up your stereo hops, insert the rhyme clip

Roll 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 write 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", an' ill

I amThey 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, holled up'

Cause I'm not the nigga to toy with boy with the big mouth

Ya 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 mom with flowers 'cause

I'm so soft

Lay on your wack crew, smoke the whole bunch

Bury 'em in my back yard 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

Once I lock you up, you can't get loose

You stuck your head inside and

I placed the noose

The mic drips juice slow from the steel mesh

My words feel like hooks underneath your flesh

Makin' you twist and turn, scorch and burn

When will you learn?

The ninties 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 and the flashlight

Don the black ski mask an' 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

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 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

Ya wanna come, bring your shotgun

You ever see your partner die?

No? Well I have

You ever see your father die?

No? Well I have

You ever see 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

Jason, Tales of the

Crypt and the

Dark SideAnother 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

Placin' 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'

TThere'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