Chip - Where's Ice Kid At? lyrics

[Verse 1: Ice Kid] Stop dat, start dat, get dat, what? Step back or get your headback popped Top spot, I never left that slot All I wanna do is get cheques and floss Gyal love me like d**, s** and rock Amp and get a red top like West Ham's squad Narcissistic, with a flow so artistic I could have been the next Van Gogh You ain't on the flex man's on My gang won't pet to let straps buss I be on job tryna get that gwop I don't give a f** about where man's from Wanna see me down so I get back up You're on the other side like a left hand drop Man with the method but I ain't Redman's don Hands on Put me up against 10 man strong Feel like I be the greatest of all time You ain't in my range or my foresight I stay away from the pork rind I'm just tryna get paid like a court fine And I'mma spray like a Aug Steyr Till you see me in the bay by the pool side More time I be taking a full hike With a bag of bars, I've been making them all night All right, stick to the script, please Wanna see me skitz like I did E Big dreams since I was 16 Ich ni's got 'em intrigued cuh we're in deep Level I'm on, just ain't in reach Got your b**h whipped like a 6 speed Grim beats, but I ain't Kid D And I'm on a level that's way ahead of you century [Hook 1: Ice Kid] Where's Ice Kid at? Man, I got bars like Rikers Island has Try relax? I ain't got time for that You best jump on your bike and cycle back Too much heat for your pyro stat Idle camps try rival man Hype's a wrap You'll get spun like a gyro graph when I jump on the riddim and I k** 'em in a title match Where's Ice Kid at? Man, I got bars like Rikers Island has Try relax? I ain't got time for that You best jump on your bike and cycle back Too much heat for your pyro stat Idle camps try rival man Hype's a wrap You'll get spun like a gyro graph when I jump on the riddim and I k** 'em in a title match [Verse 2: Chip] Stop dat, start dat, you man are pants Swing with who? You on bants? Diss tracks on the net, fam Is not how man learnt how to clash Sick and I'll prove it, fam Come on, come on, what? Let's do this, fam Tryna prove you're a goon by what? Doing music, man? You ain't gonna shoot me, fam Me and Ice could've posted a pic Said f** that, music first, come, we go Cuh man are from the era where you couldn't be wack and blow So if my man's wack, let's go Swing me off the track? Heck no With words and flows, if I let go, you'll get loads Music changed my life in so many ways It brought me friends and foes See me and I ain't with my crew before I see you, I'm still on my bloodclart toes Jealousy and envy I know ‘bout the roads And man wanna take my life, cuh I'm cold and Mi no care about radio tracks Right now I just want f** Radio back Get these MCs living off gas in one room, two mics (What you sayin'?) Then we'll see who's wack Cuh if man wanna play then it's game on, fam Johnny Storm when I flame on man In a league of my own since Whatever Da Weather times You can't rain on man Back now, like it or lump it Man have got the hard food, dumplings He's not a spitter, I'll lunch him, lines, punch him No h*mo when I munch him (Bluku Bye Bye) [Hook 2: Chip] Yo, where's Ice Kid at? You ain't gotta ask man, he's sounding back Since "Fire Alie", man are fire on tracks Wanna fire at man, man are firing back Man are sick with it, lyrics on terrific Switch it, man ain't genre-specific Vibes? Man bring it, the way I spaz on riddims Man's all in the booth twitching Yo, where's Ice Kid at? You ain't gotta ask man, he's sounding back Since "Fire Alie", man are fire on tracks Wanna fire at man, man are firing back Man are sick with it, lyrics on terrific Switch it, man ain't genre-specific Vibes? Man bring it, the way I spaz on riddims Man's all in the booth twitching