Ice Cubes

[Verse 1: Azure]

His flow is nasty, killing it if you ask me
DJs wanna mash me, flicking the spliff ashes
Coming through a hundred shoes, these laces make me happy
The faces that may pass me, chasing me while they ask me:
"Have you heard this fella deep into your cerebellum?"
Beginning to share a hella fat stack of rhymes out your mind
Pew, Pew, blastin' nines, square butt and maximize
If you have a habit in rappin' the damn it past the mine
Bitches are bad after nine, Riches and rags; hammertime
Sippin' on 'gnac, trippin' off that, flippin' these raps; mastermind
He stays low with his East Bay flow
So tomorrow please follow dreams cuz he say so
Yo it's heaven to take a glance, my denim was made in France
My rhythms from the 90s, come find me but don't be afraid to dance
Minor stats (designer bags) my stove smells like dimetapp
And you can catch me and my homies rollin' round in 90s cabs

[Hook]
They say ooh, they say ahh
We stay cool, we stay calm
And If you haven't heard the name
I've earned the flame
Come determined to learn the game
And shoot, shoot, shoot
And give it to 'em raw

They say ooh, they say ahh
We stay cool, we stay calm
And if you gotta do it
Then do it baby
My crew is the truest and they be
Knowin' when I'm flowin'
That I'll give it to 'em raw

[Verse 2: Azure]

Yeah, guns blazing with limited t-shirts on my back
Infinite heaters from my raps, I punch and slap
So pa-pa-pa-pa-pack your motherfuckin' bags
You're whack, ain't never coming back
You're bent over my shoulder, so sucka chill
I'll break-ya-break you down about an eighth, to fly away
My dopeness is like the number eight, but sideways
Besides me, there is no other guy your girl is looking for
You try to take it to the back, but me, I swooped and took you fore
Baby let's do it, mo solo
And if you no comprende, yes or no no to Manolos and no
I do not have a deal, I'm broke, and yes, I'm rapping still
(Hold up homie, are you for real?)
Possibly not, but grab the wheel
I'm rolling down the block with my windows down
But I'm bumping Miles Davis as the pimps go "wow"
You better fix your style cuz we grade all things
And my report was full of A's like a baseball team

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