Pulse of the Rhyme

[Verse 1]
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
Close your windows up, make sure it's airtight
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 lace 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, and ill I am
They try to ban my shit and I don't give a damn
Roll up, your eye'll get swole up
Suckers who flexed, yo their deaths got tolled up, hold up
Plus 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 moms with flowers 'cause I'm so soft
Lay on your wack crew, smoke the whole bunch
Bury 'em in my backyard 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

[Verse 2]
Once I lock you up, you can't get loose
You stuck your head inside and I placed the noose
The mic drip juice slow from its steel mesh
My words feel like hooks underneath your flesh
Makin' you twist and turn, scorch and burn
When will you learn, the '90s 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 on the flashlight
Don the black ski mask and 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

[Verse 3]
A pool of blood and floatin' body parts would make me grin
A close view of a razor when it's breakin' skin
If you was 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, you wanna come, bring your shotgun
You ever seen your partner die, no, well I have
You ever seen your father die, no, well I have
You ever seen your mother die, no, well I have
So shut the fuck up punk, and clear the rhyme path
What would make me 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

[Verse 4]
Jason, Tales from the Crypt and the Darkside
Another 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
Placing 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' T
There'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