[Round 1: Head I.C.E]
Turn the mic up - yâall hear me?
Yo, yo
I said, yoâŠ
Itâs a lot of Gsâ
inâ
Newark...nobody ever heardâ
of K
They know of H
I Jâ
bitches that never even heard of K
H, I, J...K? Itâsâallâalphabet
Youâwant the alpha?âBet!
Everything high toâthe sky
Whatâs not on the ground is out the bet
I catch K while he reachinâ for instant noodles in the supermarket
Kill him, then blend in witâ the people runninâ from the shooter in the supermarket, n***a
Itâs âgo HAMâ season
K...meet K! âK!? Thatâs a Klan meetinâ, n***a
I know yâall like, âI.C.E, why you keep callinâ him âKâ when his shit start witâ a A?
You tryna city-slick usâ
Nah, this L gonâ put a-
This loss gonâ put a L on that
âCause I donât see him doinâ shit witâ cats
I just see him takinâ shit from cats...you the kitty litter, n***a
Yeah, you used to the cool side of me
Forgettinâ my rap sheet is tools, robberies
Iâm the one who made the last Jones swim in a pool of blood beside of me
You a bitch, and Iâll let everybody in purple know
Only reason yâall ainât see this pussy pregnant? âCause you on birth control, n***a
Shotgun Suge told me to tell you...you lucky you his teammate
âCause ever since n***as went from abandoned buildings to makinâ some green made
One of his Grapes ainât been actinâ like fine wine
They even tried to hide his well-deserved slice of his cheesecake
So him and Jai gonâ get the chip witâ the All-Star, âcause the rest of his team fake, n***a
I should In Too Deep J. Reid this n***a
Make Surf pass him a gun and point at a random person and say, âLeave this n***a.â
But you a popular guy that got cop in yoâ eyes
Iâm just waitinâ for that day I hear you yell...âFreezeâ, my n***a
Yeah, freeze, my n***a: Sub-Zero
But outside of the grocery stores, I donât even lie on one hero
Thatâs me, the Freddy Krueger dreamchaser
The limousine-racer
The one thatâll knock you out and use your pose as my screensaver, n***a
You know the rules!
I donât smoke loud witâ minors
Lose my child, Iâll find ya
And this bus driver uppercut gonâ have you and yoâ sneaks almost lookinâ like Jordan in the air: Harold Miner!
Yeah, I.C.E versâ Arsâ - who knew that?
(I.C.E!) See?
Call home âcause I just gave my wolf two new straps
I told him if somebody in the crowd say, âMe!â, raze your crib
They already case where you live and how to get away off of Google Maps
Now fake killas know how real killas get down, âcause Organik and Avi about to YouTube that
I know you heard that rumor about Hoffa...suinâ O and them for lost wages
But did you hear the rumor that you, Charlie Clips, and Cortez is the ones helpinâ him witâ the court papers!?
I knew you was a copâŠ
But seek and you shall find, âcause you leadinâ the blind
Those that C witâ you canât even see witâ you
Iâm just keepinâ it G, Arâ
Apesâll peel a yellow down your back to show that flavor donât even be witâ you
Thatâs why a B witâ you!
But let me chill, âfore n***as think Iâm set-trippinâ
But if you diss me and yell on yoâ set, you trippinâ
âCause you ainât no rider
You behind the driver witâ yoâ cell phone, not a strap in your lap for the beef
Thatâs why Shotgun Suge the shooter and the driver
âCause he canât rely on no partner like you in the passenger seat, n***a
I.C.E!
[Round 1: Arsonal]
âI said, I used to play ball...until the hoop became short to me
Never supported me, so I looked at it awkwardlyâ
Stop lyinâ, I.C.E
You ainât never played ball, n***a
You just a old-ass, unathletic-ass tall n***a
You my mans, so I ainât gonâ call you a fraud n***a
But if the shoe fits, wear it, and you lookinâ like Cinderella after that ball, n***a
A old n***a that used to be poppinâ...heâs a Dave Chappelle
You told Jones, first gat you raised was a gauge at the age of 12
That was âbout 36 years ago, but you aginâ well
I ainât gotta rap about raisinâ a strap - the strap raise Darrell
What you know âbout beefinâ witâ n***as over Cs (overseas) that speak a different slang than you?
Homies dyinâ every other week, this lifestyle changinâ you
N***as in your family jealous, your cousins wonât hang witâ you
You mad at your brother âcause he scared to let his K shine (K-Shine), but his DNA the same as you
What you know about beinâ young, Black in America?
Nothinâ
Society keep on blaminâ you
They tryna put you in a system and give a number, not a name to you
What you know about havinâ to shoot at your childhood best friend âcause he grew up in a rival neighborhood and he claim a different gang than you?
You wasnât really in the streets, Uncâ
You wasnât forced to let your heat dump
Where I grew up, n***as was so poor they couldnât afford free lunch
In the park after dark, we got the blikky by the tree stump!
Lay him flat on his back and use his body as a speed bump!
I.C.E!
Now when I think of O.G., guess who come to mind, Wolf? Not you
My younger wolf - he 19, but already run the block, too
He worse than ISIS, heâll fire on the SWAT, too
911 got disconnected in my hood
The pizza manâll show up to your doors before the cops do!
Fucked up thing is he came to deliver rounds that was hot, too
Now yâall want that old shit
That stick a butter knife through a goldfish
Pull the firing pin out the grenade and tell him, âHold this.â
Project X parties, midgets in the stove shit
Soon as you finish your Wheaties, drown the n***a in the bowl shit!
That old shit
No pun intended, but when he say 30s and the 40s, he sayinâ his age range
He not talkinâ âbout his gun extended
Now I came to Harlem and found Lux, n***a
I left my city unattended
To come to your âhood and find the plug like my phone was on 1 percentage
Now I heard you did a little time in the county and n***as was takinâ I.C.E food
All that tough shit out the window, they said Anthonyâs a nice dude
Iâll have your son like the son on Blood Diamond
Tradinâ on his pops, actinâ quite rude
Heâll set you up
I told him, âYour biggest roleâll be playinâ your daddy.â
You just got Ice Cubed
Straight outta Compton, n***a!
I.C.E!
[Round 2: Head I.C.E]
Yo, Arsâ, I went from takinâ my frustration out on a bean bag
To almost catchinâ them same court cases Beans have, n***a
I should crack somethinâ: crab meat
Make you make a noise before I put you on yoâ ass like a fart balloon in a class seat
Yeah, squeezinâ through our glassâll (hourglass) get you a Sandra Bland picture, no rap beef, n***a
Yeah, you canât beat me with my style
Just respect it and bow down
I give a fuck you n***as ballinâ, Iâll put TECs in ya foul mouth
Eat a dick! Chow down
Who gonâ see me!? Try now
I catch you snoopinâ âround my house, meet the dog: Bow Wow!
This shit easy, Arsâ, we both professionals
You diss my bitch, I diss yoâ bitch
That just mean we both is sexual
But difference is Iâll lift this fifâ and hit yoâ wig, and split this shit you call home into a sectional
The rentâs due
Iâm smokinâ blunts and totinâ guns with people who never even heard of Wu-Tang Clan
They only Meth is the crystal
And they know a bunch of incarcerated Scarfaces: no instrumentals
You the n***a that know a n***a that know a n***a that know a n***a that got the pistol
Iâm the n***a that know the n***a that know the n***a that know the n***a that drove the n***a that got witâ you
Shit may sound confusinâ
Buit you canât duck when my hittas is goosinâ
Basically, Iâm tellinâ you I can send that gun to kill you, or I can send that same gun for you to use it
Either way, somethinâ gettinâ chalked after the hit like the top of a pool stick
Thatâs light - Roc voice
If I hit you witâ a Calâ, you gonâ feel like you skinny-dippinâ
Foam gonâ be in yoâ mouth, Iâm talkinâ Pennys, Pippens
But the first n***a down gonâ get the Kenny Griffiths, n***a
Sports bars! Come have a drink witâ me
Sports cars! I still like the 650
WorldStar? Man, stars in the world canât even link witâ me
So you can keep on yoâ sports bra, âcause I believe yoâ G string from Sin City, n***a!
Yeah, I.C.E, cold-hearted
If I put my hand around yoâ throat, the smell in the room gonâ let me know you and the n***a in yoâ crew both farted, n***a
So I donât respect your floss game
You had to give it all back when the boss came
I should let a silver bullet fly out this tunnel like the 4 Train
Or beat you witâ so many chairs (cheers), docs gonâ think you was Rookie of the Year for a sports team, n***a!
I.C.E!
[Round 2: Arsonal]
I like thatâŠ
âPinky ring knockinâ his eye out
Blood in my stones, letâs get it on befoâ runninâ from time outâ
This the type of shit that you rhyme âbout
A bunch of fictitious stories on you takinâ the crime route
Well, where Iâm from, a bundleâs ten little baggies witâ the dope in it
In Spanish, a n***a canât say âcrazyâ without the loc in it
Iâm beyond cruel
Battery acid in your pool and make you soak in it
My lilâ n***as crazy enough to shoot up the White House while the Pope in it
You and Rex had a fake fight
Yâall think Iâm worried âbout stage fright
Where Iâm from...you can catch n***as mourninâ in the late night
Sellinâ work was the only way to get your cake right
Water-whippinâ, got my wrists lookinâ like I was tryna reel in a Great White
You got the physique of a freak...and the patience of a rapist
You Harlem battlers is like celebrity titties: the nicest ones be the fakest
Why yâall think Charlie Clips so nice? âCause his daddy was givinâ statements
That taught him to be swift off the head and speak on other n***asâ greatness
Harlem known for pointinâ the fingers and doinâ write-ups
Yâall wired 99 percent of the timeâŠ
Thatâs your life - fuck!
You n***as not like us
Whatâs the first thing he did when he jumped in the ring?
He said, âYâall can hear me? Then cut my mic upâ
I was in them Harlem projects by myself back in them old blogs
Before you battled Swave Sevah and was talkinâ âbout them homefries
First time I rapped for I.C.E, he ainât know what to do like a thot bitch when her phone dies
I said, I got a gun so big, that shit serious...Jonesâ size
Now you better respect my disrespect
I give off that âIâm the GOATâ vibe
My gun fire like a supervisor
I remember when Tommy ainât have no job
Now that semi slam out the minivan while it low-ride
You gonâ think it was new-age soccer moms how the door slid open on both sides
Now I was at McDonaldâs drive-thru, right? Where the speaker be on both sides
Halfway through my order, the bitch askinâ for my Coke size
I.C.E callinâ his bitch while she witâ me on âSide N***a Dayâ
You just killed both vibes!
The bitch was already salty - now she ainât gettinâ NO FRIES!
Why you ainât tell me you and my grandma know each other?
(*A ripple of laughter runs through the crowd*)
Nah, fuck that, I ainât laughinâ today
What you thought, yoâ past wasnât gonâ catch up to you and you could just pack it away?
She said, âMe and olâ Anthony went to high school togetherâŠâ
Somethinâ her old ass just happened to say
I looked at my grandma and said, âGirl, you better not tell me you ainât give that n***a I.C.E no ass back in the dayâ
I was gonâ slap the livinâ dogshit out my grandma if she fucked I.C.E!
Like a new refrigerator, all it take is the click of a button for me to crush I.C.E! (ice)
My gun like Arsonal in â08 witâ two jobs: that mean it bus(t) twice!
Fuck I.C.E!
I.C.E!
[Round 3: Head I.C.E]
He gonâ rap that fast shit, but I ainât tryna keep up witâ him
Ray Swag clothesâll look beat up witâ him
N***a, save yourself
Your leg got shot in the leg
He gonâ need another leg to help
Man, I ainât came to play witâ you n***as
Sparks flyinâ, Iâll leave whoever in the dark cryinâ
If he ainât part-Iron, itâs gonâ be another murder (Murda)
Mook gonâ be on the run for somethinâ he wouldnât do like another song with Shine rhyminâ
What? You gang-bang, n***a?
Well, I canât stand here and say the same thing, n***a
But Iâll definitely tell you that my wolves gonâ show up witâ them same things, n***a
And the mortician ainât got be able to tell who Crip when all your blood is mixed in the same stains, n***a
Yeah! What? Play witâ me
You know it stay witâ me âcause you used to stay witâ me
Bullets sharp as the front of a 850
You and your BM ainât gonâ see this W unless you race witâ me!
And you outta breath
Only my mind is pure as cocaine, so you may crack, but this is not a test
And you only ride around on them hoverboards âcause them real street dealers in the âhood told you to watch your STEPS!
I donât know why they let you in the N.O
I gotta talk to P
Baby, Wayne...Iâm finna go outâcheah
You did a song with Choppa City? Man, youâse a whole ho outâcheah!
I donât give a fuck! What!?
You was a Gladiator and got beat up
Met some Ultimate Warrior and he sent you back to Gladiator School, clean-up!
Whatâs up witâ you losinâ to all these new n***as? Where we do that?
Frost was lookinâ like Big T witâ dreads, tellinâ you to bring that Chillaka-boom back
Showoff turned your show off like you ainât pay the cable
Whereâs Mikee Mula? He the one that sell the âcaine in Abel
But now Caine witâ O-Dog, so he gotta keep it G in public
I guess this the part of the movie where you get slumped over Anthony for what you did to Ilenaâs cousin!
Yeah, now watch me switch speeds
Iâm the next Creed, my pops was a boxer
Iâm the Lucky Luciano in our clique!
You was just part of the mobsters, n***a
Iâll get you hit in the hip, black mask
The biscuit came witâ a two-piece for Mr. Chicken: oh, thatâs Cass
Drakeâll give me $50,000 for this black bag
Joe Buddenâll buy me a Hummer to say yoâ raps trash
Basically, Iâm tryna tell you that all these disasters (Dizaster) ainât gonâ stop after Mass
And yeah, Iâm after Math (Aftermath): Dr. Dre!
Iâmma get my point across from the jump
He gonâ respect my line like Dr. J!
And Iâm not for play, Arsâ already know that
If he so much as draw a fake gun, Iâmma give him that K-Shine/Charron slap
All that tough talk ainât gonâ fly âround me
I put bullets in yoâ dreads, maggots in yoâ stomach, flies âround heem
Now I canât stand here and say shit like, âArsâ, you suckâ
âCause sometimes you be beatinâ the piss outta n***as, about a large two cups
But ever since that kick off the stage, you mustâve fucked up yoâ shoulder
âCause you donât use that arm too much
So even on yoâ block, you canât block when Iâm stompinâ you out witâ my dark blue Chucks, n***a
Yeah, Iâm undeniable
Yeah, he get paid and got millions of views, but he unreliable
I donât wanna walk in your shoes or even sit on yoâ bed, âcause they fuckinâ tryinâ to
I showed you nothinâ but love since a cub
And ever since you left the Den, you ainât do shit that a lion do
I know why you donât want the last name, Hakeem
Itâs deep as the abyss
Youâd probâly fuck a mermaid for lack of seaweed and fish
You bitch-ass n***aâŠ
I.C.E, n***a
Fuck outta here
[Round 3: Arsonal]
AyoâŠ
I admit, last year, I had a lot of fuck-ups
But Iâm still sellinâ my shit
These Harlem n***as out here still threateninâ to put a shell in my shit
But that ainât whatâs been derailinâ my shit
Yâall know how hard it is to concentrate on bars when your 1-year-old walkinâ past smellinâ like shit
She cryinâ for attention, she need her diaper changed, and she hungry?
Iâm like, âFuck rehearsinâ these barsâ
Itâs time I tend to my family, dummy
I got 30K for Shotty rematch
That ainât mine - thatâs my family money
But it seem like losinâ focus on battle rap now got me livinâ in Miami money
So never question how Iâm livinâ, n***a
My priorities is proper, n***a
You might have never choked up, but next week, you might get choked up by that Hoffa n***a
I choked versâ Bishop, Shotty, and Showoff, but it ainât bother n***a
âCause Iâll give up this battle rap career any fuckinâ day to continue beinâ a father figure
Now, I.C.E...you so fuckinâ old, n***as who never heard of you respect you
Naw! Naw! Naw! Scratch that! I got a better one
I.C.E, you so fuckinâ old, Uncle Snoop Dogg donât even refer to you as nephew!
A lot of my closest friends died recently from gettinâ shot with a cold gauge
A lot of yoâ closest friends died recently from natural causes and old age
Now Iâm that same Jersey n***a from Newark, on that Grapinâ shit
Open up yoâ eyes and realize who you playinâ witâ
A chopper send his ass overseas when I get to wavinâ it
A cap or two will send him flyinâ
Where I.C.E land? Reykjavik
Welp, there goes my education âcause the capital of Iceland is Reykjavik
Yâall might be quiet in Canada, but in Europe, that bar shakinâ shit!
Iâm the n***a witâ- WOO!
Iâm the n***a witâ the locs, they favorite: call me Jadakiss
This new ratchet Jaden Smith, âcause I will raise the shit
File the numbers off, the serial (cereal) hot: Quaker shit!
Iâm leavinâ Head shot! All headshots when Iâm wavinâ it!
These hollowsâll get sent to mental (sentimental), like the Dininon in â09 after that Fight Klub ass-whoopinâ I gave the bitch!
Hold on, I.C.EâŠ
Hollow, n***as offered you 30 racks to get re-killed
You declined and asked for 20 more
Dininon, letâs be real
Now you lookinâ dididi-dumb! 30âs a sweet deal!
But you tried to take your shot at 50 - fuck is you, Meek Mill?
See, I could violate his ass all night
But Iâm out the penalty box, so letâs get back on I.C.E (ice)
I shoulda had Ill Will, Sno, or JC come and tap on I.C.E
Yâall like, âWhatâs that?â
Henny on the rock: I put the Yak (âgnac) on I.C.E (ice)!
.40 witâ the silencer (*phew-phew*)
The whole clip whistlinâ
This business, never personal, itâs all about a Benjamin
But them Top 5 convos, you donât ever get mentioned in
Iâmma melt I.C.E (ice) down and send him to Flint, Michigan!
They need water!
Now all these foreigners to this genre is like vultures
You gotta stay relevant like Arsâ to progress in this type culture
Well, take a look at my game tapes, n***a, they might coach ya
Well, come to me âcause I can mold you, n***a: I.C.E (ice) sculpture
Arsâ the GOAT
After eight fuckinâ years, I remain wavy
Iâll kill a clown, got the body count of John Wayne Gacy
(Killer clown is John Wayne Gacy)
But Organik know you a lame, baby!
They flew me first-class, but flew Head coach to Toronto: Dwayne Casey!
Now, last but not least, in eight days you work for me, n***a
You got a battle on my league - two brothers clash
So I advise you watch your mothafuckinâ mouth if you plan on receivinâ yoâ other half
My shit is real, my shit is raw, yoâ shit is fuckinâ trash
I swear to God, on my life, I will give the rest of yoâ money to Brother Math
Now yâall can fuckinâ laugh, n***a