Getaway

I don’t lose, I always win
It’s time to strap-up, now let’s go in
Grab my bat up, snatch the back-up
You might get smacked-up if you start to act-up
Cos I got styles, for miles and miles
And days and days and I’m always paid
When a path is laid and your rhymes start to fade
When the laser hit the CD and the music is played
Things I have to know, before I do my show
Just the right tempo to formulate my flow
Get the crowd reaction, when I start smashin’
Emcees real free I don’t do no rappin’
Stand on the stage and hold the mic tight
For those who try to imitate t’can’t do it right
Mathematics cause static for those who don’t have it
I snatch it then grab it
I’m the original Asiatic
Twenty-four billion miles per second
Twenty-four million beats per record
If I devised the rhyme y’all
I’ll expect in ten years from now
The rhymes’ll still be connected
Don’t doubt my shit start to fall back
Any second any hour yo fuck the call-back
Specific detail
Specific female
Either text me or send an e-mail
Control any mic that I hold cos I’m older
The next nigga test goodbye cos I’m bolder
Cats talkin’ with attitude and didn’t catch
Feelers at their Filas forever poppin’ shit
Don’t be believin’ then start perceivin’
Just-Ice precise for any rhyme or reason
Keep it sticky light sweat and I spit like a Tec
When I spray...

Ha! I gotta getaway

Grab the mic, spit the tune
Hot like the sun on a summer afternoon
Just-Ice precise, I’m always cool
Freaks the mic right, I breaks the rule
Cos I come equipped with just the right shit
From my mouth to my lip, the flow that I spit
Keep my ears to the street and handlez my biz
Do my dirty by my lowly cos it is what it is
When my thoughts expand and I execute
My plan it gets critical and physical so y’all understand
Thoughts got ya head spinnin’ ya mouth grinnin’
From the top to the gut from beginnin’ to the endin’
Constantly break off, cats you try to take-off
The punks tryin’ to perfect but they all fake whores
The rhyme that they say either bitten or traced
Like stick click – and maxed in – cut and paste
Practice makes perfect don’t test the subject
Just-Ice immortal, always come correct
Hear with the nose through see with throat through
The rhyme that I go through instrumental or vocal
Check the flow is bit and I devise
Others re-bite recite rewind and revise
If you’re a fraud, that’s why it’s hard
To build with this technique, right from the start
Supreme knowledge flows, rhythm to resurrect
Incredible dialect
Superior intellect
Just is scientific
Let’s get specific
Speeds that’s terrific
Check how I rip it
Rhymes are authentic, lyrics are explicit
Can’t catch my style, keep ‘em tongue-twisted
Hot for that wok, keep it sticky every day
I do what I do baby... I gotta getaway