Icon (of Brooklyn Academy) - Fire and Ice lyrics

[Intro: I-See-On] Uh huh. The deal? Nah'mean? I-I-I'm aiming for the head this year. Nah'mean? Y'all better duck. I ain't playing no games. ‘Cause I ain't even out for, like, some of this sh**. I want the whole pie, son. Nah'mean? Hold that [Verse 1: I-See-On] I's the invincible. The iron pistol spit, leaving your gristle split My missile tips goes through your flesh, heating your tissue skin The general, Genghis Khan, Ivan the Terrible Petrol Rollies gleam the scene in the emerald My life flashed. Bulletproof Bentleys with the white dash The flying coup stuck in the seat, rocking a white rag The hundred-shot-Calico flow Me and my [?] go together like guns and ammo The Puerto Rican Rambo of rap. Hammers'll clap I heal my wounds with a hot knife—f** a hospital staff I'm a human whirlwind, sit on the Moon and watch the Earth spin Rocking'll move Bin Laden's bulletproof turban I's the nicest. I spit with a tongue shaped like an ice stick I burn rappers in the form of human sacrifices Watch your crew salute. We holding an Uzi in the movie, dude We licking shots, grazing your head, bloody your Gucci suit [Hook: I-See-On] You better duck, n***a. My lips spit a hundred clips Part the heavens. The thunder sounds, the Earth spin The sun's out, the rains fall Live or die, yo, we taking it all Yo, ayyo, fire and ice, money and hoes, bullets and guns There's six million ways to die—choose one Fire and ice, money and hoes, bullets and guns There's six million ways to die—choose one [Verse 2: I-See-On] Hey, playboy. How you do that there? And you don't want to go against these tools right here ‘Cause I'm a little n***a with a Uz right here And bullets the size of airplanes that move through air Then you got these n***as with deals who ain't got no raps And in real, real life, he ain't had no gat And in real, real life, he ain't had no crack Look at this n***a now. He ain't got no hat n***a, you stay played. I's mouth is like eight grenades Going off at the same time. My sh** is out of your range You eager to f**. I must be sweeping you up And f** sleeping with your b**h—you gon' sleep with the ducks ‘Cause when I hit sh**, I leave it blown He used to be a little, skinny n***a. After I hit his a**, he looked like Hulk Hogan All bubblegoosed—and that was just with the double deuce Left him looking like a melon [Hook: I-See-On] You better duck, n***a. My lips spit a hundred clips Part the heavens. The thunder sounds, the Earth spin The sun's out, the rains fall Live or die, yo, we taking it all Yo, ayyo, fire and ice, money and hoes, bullets and guns There's six million ways to die—choose one Fire and ice, money and hoes, bullets and guns There's six million ways to die—choose one [Verse 3: I-See-On] I don't give a f** no more. Yeah, you heard it Every day that I'm living is war. Did you want it? You flicking this on, getting it on. Yeah, my sh** is the bomb Icon, dick thick as an arm. American Me f**ing with me, n***a, you get a knife up your a** n***a, what? Grab your rifle and blast You flower-petal n***as is mad soft. I'm Jim Duggan f** around and get hacksawed with a chainsaw My fork gonna poke sides of your brain off With one bullet. You got a gun? Then, n***a, pull it To my illing n***as, my up-north, bitter n***as My [?], ghetto grimies and Brooklyn n***as My Bushwick Avenue, Toyota 1.8 n***as And all my real n***as on the run and holding Word to my mama duke, I'm the one the apostles pay homage to I'mma pull your soul out of you like something God'll do f** you. [?] my weapons is high I'mma put holes in your drop-top and the rest of your ride I'mma hit you with the TEC—now your chest in your eyes I ain't Biggie but I'm from Brooklyn and I'm Ready to Die [Hook: I-See-On] You better duck, n***a. My lips spit a hundred clips Part the heavens. The thunder sounds, the Earth spin The sun's out, the rains fall Live or die, yo, we taking it all Yo, ayyo, fire and ice, money and hoes, bullets and guns There's six million ways to die—choose one Fire and ice, money and hoes, bullets and guns There's six million ways to die—choose one