Gangster of Hip Hop

Hit it DMX

Just-Ice

Wind-it-up!

Just-Ice, when it comes to a rhyme
Wind it up, you better make it on time
I take my lyrics direct, I'm always gettin' respect
I got your girl in my arm and then she's sure to get wet
So pardon my diction, but feel the friction
I am the key, your body's the ignition
So assume the position, get your back ready
When Just-Ice starts it's solid and steady
To keep my vocab, you might think it's bad
But if I ever bone your girl I'm guaranteed to make her glad
Even slim or chubby, smart or real nutty
Sir Vicious Just-Ice, will make her bloody
Make her think it's a prank, while we go into the bank
Withdraw every dime, leave the bitch with a blank
Say thanks a lot, give me everything you got
We both [?] cash, but rich from my rock
Ingenuity a must, Sir Vicious, just
Don't think of it as love because it's only lust
On the line I will spot ya, suckers I will drop ya
Girl I got ya 'cause my words rock ya
(Yes, but you are the hip-hop gangster)
When I start a rhyme brothers come in fear
Their girl will leave them and come close to here
Sir Vicious, Just-Ice 'cause they know that I'm fresh
They here my voice on vinyl then they touch me in the flesh
All I do is wink, make the girl think
Of putting her man right on the brink
Cement her feelings to my slightest whim
Take her to my dressing room and get busy again
I understand why brothers don't like my presence
When it comes to a girl, I'm the most pleasant
It's the truth and facts, with power that's packed
Like you're hooked on crack, nah you ain't jacked
If you think that's all, I got something left
It's my musical [?] and his name is DMX
I'm gonna ask you a question, I want a straight answer
'Cause I think they're playin' 'cause I'm serious as cancer
Are there a lot of MCs who are jokers and pranksters?
(Yes, but you are the hip-hop gangster)
'Cause switch around the answer bring ya right to the top
Sir Vicious, Just-Ice the gangster of hip-hop
I use a rhyme for a gun, intellect for a bullet
And my natural crafty ways will execute it to the fullest
Commence to say a rhyme while other suckers will [?] it
'Cause the pressure shook the roof [?] leak will stay garbage
Got a witness by my side with the truth to tell
You can ask B.I. or my brother Shamell
Or just come to a party, watch me raise some hell
Coming straight from Brooklyn where the warriors dwell
Coming straight from Brooklyn where the warriors dwell
Coming straight from Brooklyn where the warriors dwell
Get my point across well and keep it together
For a sucker MC I'm just plain terror
If that's enough, hold on for a second
DMX and Mantronix is the best I reckon
But if you wanna save this for a rainy day
Play my boy T La Rock or Crimemaster Charade
'Cause we're all down together as one big fam
With the scheme that's me, it will be a scam
Like a planning and prodding, so suckers start rotting
You're fiending for a break, a music junkie you're nodding
I'm a MC instructor, a musical conductor
I'm a rapper destructor, put your rhymes in a gutter
Where they belong, 'cause your shit is weak
So for all you rasclaat just lick the street
(Yes, but you are the hip-hop gangster)
I see prodigies of the highest degrees
A plateau, so ya know that I'm the epitome
Of words and lyrics that opposers are against
The master of a phrase and the king of a sentence
Clear as a crystal or hazy like a blur
If you don't know my name I think you better call me Sir
You address me with respect, now your feelings are suspicious
Precise Just-Ice, another word for Vicious
Get up on the mic then I reach my peak
It might take 4 days or even a week
'Cause I'm fresh as ice, or tender as a kiss
You can say Just-Ice or say Justice
I'm exalted pressure, rule up my empire
And with my skills I move a level higher
Check your steps, be sure you don't front
'Cause the way that you rhyme you ain't nothin' but a puppy-punk
Born to do my thing and comin' straight from the heart
Had to check my song and leave my trademark
'Cause I'm a gangster, and you're not
You're a sucker, and I rock
Wind it up
(Yes, but you are the hip-hop gangster)
Vulture one come-coming
But make sure you can pay me
Vulture one come-coming
But make sure you can pay me
'Cause I can't take no grass to fill up my [?]
I can't take no loss, because I need my [?]
[?] me in a jam, boom!
[?] like so
The one DMX is on the beatbox y'all for your [?] pleasure
Sir Vicious, Just-Ice the dangerous gangster of hip-hop
Winding it up, cold getting busy, Mantronix
Marley Marl, rock on everybody, peace