Diamond D - Soul On Ice (Remix) lyrics
[Verse 1] The waterproof MC, you ain't wettin me You need to stop rappin and start robbin banks like Steady B Cause see, no matter how much green you make You'll never taste the avocado, just another broke Versace model Tiger Woods ain't even up to par in the game of survival That's why I'm pissin in y'all Cristal bottles Drink Listerine, brush my teeth with amphetamine So I can sound fresh and say dope things in between Three strikes to five mics (forever snortin') I want a woman with the body of a who*e and a personality like Lauryn Ain't even say I didn't know Cause while we wanna be N.W.A. they create the N.W.O How many years (fo' mo)' so f** them fake John Gottis Ain't got no Maseratis I be at the party sippin' hot toddies My sh** bumps in Arabic, out Audis in Saudi I'm thuggish ruggish to the bone "and I'm gonna diss everybody.. and I'm gonna diss everybody.." [Hook: repeat 2X] You want the truth, can't handle the truth You want Lexus moonroof, Hennesssy 80 proof Scared to d**h, playin the game of life.. Soul on Ice [Verse Two] I keep the afterparty swervin, {*inhale*} not quite like Michael Irvin Edumacating urban youth, like it or not These soliloquies explain our people's lack of stability You keepin it real, but ain't got a clue what reality really be See the diameter of your knowledge is the circumference of your activity Me, I knew the deal before Babyface went solo; baggin dime pieces Stackin dividends and dressin in more linen than Yoko Ono But on the low doe we fightin over the scraps Worshippin the almighty dollar - "In God We Trust," look it over Now what the f** pyramids got to do with the pilgrims or Jehovah Novus Ordo Seclorum means New World Order That's why I keep my friends close and my enemies closer We runnin around in thousand dollar clown suits Better get some boots when Lucifer turn your city to Beirut, n***a [Hook] [Verse Three] I avoid one-time Got Lela Rochon callin my genitals sunshine Fifth floor of the Mandriane, so go 'head n***a pop your Dom I'm the man whose esophagus transform to a f**in gat like Megatron Here's a sport unknown to Bob Costas, give it a name and you a hater But violence don't play that game, man Guerilla penmanship, the, preacher impeacher Heat seeker MC when I get pissed like a urethra My day-to-day I'm tryin to bubble, first place This paper I chase, "Touch Me and Tease Me" like Case But in the millenium, CREAM turns electronic UPC barcodes on the hand is demonic They got concentration camps, from Alaska to Jersey But when the President declare a national emergency He payin car notes tryin to +Rock the Vote+ I'm spittin razor-sharp quotes tryin to slit the Pope's throat [Hook] Uh, uh.. yeah I'm rhymin - beats provided by Diamond