[Izzy Ice]

Once upon a time in the streets of the ghetto

Lived a little old lady with the grand baby hello

It's me, here I am, where I am, there I am

Never knew that soon I was to be the man that I am

I wrote rhymes with my cart and a cap

In junior high, indeed he became Super Fly

Went into high school, soon it became my school

The girls would sweat but couldn't get me so I drooled

Cause I'm the Golden Child and I have a golden

Stylistic, ??? mystic I'm sophistic with the style

Writing rhymes every day so I could battle

The bums, making em run like cattle, cause down so I can elaborate

On who I am to be in the future

??? has seen more pipes than Roto-Rooter

You get smoked like Camels til you shine like enamel

Leave your head spinning like Dorothy Hamill

Ask the panel, they hide under flannel cause this man will

Dismantle a crew at a candle or two, for Mr. All That



Each verse I construct is a bomb

I'm as calm as Vietnam, my rhymes are fat as Dom

Delauise, oh ??? I wanna kick it

Don't wanna wait to the Midnight Hour to kick it like Wilson Pickett

Cause I sweats no one, oh did you realize

But I have more moves than a shogun

Warrior, I'm sorry you didn't understand

Younger man as I result I'm flooring ya

My rhymes hit like a car crash

Stand clear when the man's here, with your lard ass

With my Jordache, who gets more cash?

I'm large as an oak tree, you wanna approach me?

Now isn't that cuuuuute!

Not really, I'm sleeping on your rhymes like a silly

Pasta peanut can rock the beat is essential

I make so much music my acapellas are instrumentals

And could you please shut your jawing

Or as your leaving could you please shut that door behind you?

And don't come back

Unless you're ready to be trashed by Mr. All That



Now "Mr. All That" is just a title that I've earned

We can reconcile after for the fact cause I be wrecking while speaking

So don't try to distinguish my language

Cause since you're just a sandwich, I'd rather eat a Manwich

Or a meal, I think it's time to peel

Cause I heard it through the grapevine

That someone tried to take my reel-to-reel

I got the hand that rocks the cradle, that's my label it's fatal

You don't belive me? Well wait a little bit

So I can do it at my own pace

Hey there's so little comp I gotta climb up in my own face

Now isn't that a shame that I man I call Dames

A lame people give him credit but that's game

My rhymes have thiacin, nutrients also vitamins

Protiens, carbohydrates, I can't forget the niacins

Take a dosage of my rhymes if you're weary

If you're sick just sit and I'll pull out my dic-

-tionary, cause I forgot the name of the medicine

I usually have an MC a la king with lettuce and

Tomatos and potatoes on the side but it gets me fat

And you gotta be swift to be Mister Aaaaaaallll That



And you don't stop, keep off