Ice-T — 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