Pulse Of The Rhyme Lyrics
Pulse Of The Rhyme by Ice Nine Kills
Just checkin' my microphone once As I check your audio Increase the bass response Hope n 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 it7s air tight E.Q. the track exact I rhyme of death So shit sounds right 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 They try to ban my shit You say the Ice is ill, and I'll I am And I don't give a damn Suckers who flexed Roll up, your eye will get swoll up Yo, their deaths got tolled 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 Cause I'm so soft Send it to your mom with flowers Lay on your wack crew Smoke the whole bunch Bury 'em in my bck 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 CHORUS While you're locked to the Pulse of the rhyme flow! And I placed the noose Once I lock you up, you can't get loose You put your head inside From it's steel mesh The mic drips juice slow My words feel like hooks Underneath your flesh Makin' you twist and turn Scorch and burn, when will you learn? To pitch a vocal fit, like the ultimate The '90s are my turn Gangster rhyme, yo, I invented the shit! Watch me dod it, as I do it And I do it right Duct tape on the flashlight Grab the gauge Doin' 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? You'll never know CHORUS 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 No? Well I have! You ever see your father die? You ever see your partner die? No? Well I have! You ever see your mother die? No? Well I have! And clear the rhyme path! So shut the fuck up, punk What would make meel 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 Is this true or false? And watch me inhale! Well you'll never know CHORUS Jason, Tales from the Crypt And the Dark Side Another fly murder, another suicide Have an influence on my brain? Did these flicks I really doubt that shit I had a lust for knives and guns I think that I was born insane When I was young Use a magnifying glass To fry an ant with the sun And on and on My lust 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 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 I'll 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 There'll be no tears The I, to the C, to the E, to the fuckin' T! Between your fuckin' eyes No screams or cries, just a laser beam You feel strange well now you know CHORUS