[Verse 1:]
When I walk throught the door, chump MC's bow down
Cuz they know I pack more steel than any mill around
I take the mic-phone in my hand put to my mouth
Every word spoken history in the making whenever they come out
I step on stage you step up but you comin' up short
And if you're mission is to take me down then your ass needs to abort
Cuz I'm a coast to coast type MC
And I'm pleased to boast some of the most wrote lyrics that nobody but me can toast
I spit venomous rhymes and I do it every single time
That I grab a mic from day to night and you know ICE do it right
You know I'm tight my shit is right never go out without a fight
And I fight with sort of a slight might
Flow never runs out I'm a battle MC
I don't freestyle much but I'm making others see
What I got cuz nowadays mu'fuckas don't recognize
That when it comes down to me I'm as cold as ICE

[Chorus:] [2X]
Yup, Yup, Yup what in the flying fuck is up?
Beats is rugged flow is nice this is part 2 baby, name's still ICE
Yup, Yup, Yup what in the blue hell is up?
Still rough still tough but not buff, name is still ICE

[Verse 2:]
I'm so hood and yeah, I ain't no good
I'm ghetto or for that matter I'm straight hood
I hope you're getting the message I hope I'm getting through
Cuz if not and you keep running your mouth I'm putting hot lead through you
Best believe it you know who I is boy
So here's a pack of battle lyrics aiming for you please enjoy
Put my front bumper to your knees now I step on the gas
They gon' need a shovel to scrape up that ass
Sit back sucka, take that sucka
Get that hot shit through your vest now lay flat sucka
Fly through the air with a basketball sized hole in your chest
Won't be enough to bring you back though you was rockin' 3 vests
I got street passion and I love my block so I can't lose
So before I take an "L" I'll make your blood ooze
I glow like Storm and I'll make it rain
Take the 44 take aim pull the trigger and I splatter your brains

[Chorus] [2X]

[Verse 3:]
I got lyrics that are written as soon as they get called on
You can call me Mitchell & Ness you about to get balled on
I'm like a mirror I am what I am I'm gonna be who I be
I know you loooove my style put the pen down stop trying to be me
I am often imitated but I gurantee I'll never be duplicated
Cuz I got my hat on really really low and I'm feeling slightly faded
Funny thing is that I don't even smoke
But it makes me get a quick high just to see you choke
Fall onto one of your knees bow down kiss the ring of a don
No cooperation from you than your ass is gone
You're lame you ain't got no game and it's all the same
So once you battle me you're through I'll put your whole neighborhood to shame
I spit bar after bar and if neccesary they all cut your raps up
So shut your ugly fuckin' mouth or get smacked the fuck up
I'll take your lyrics slice'em dice'em and at the end I'll take'em and splice'em
Memorize the name ICEBERG cut you up send you to the morgue, "Doctor, just ice'em"

[Chorus] [2X]



Thanks to Eddie Lujan (prophecy101@tmail.com) for the lyrics