(feat. Dirty Unit)



[The lines in () are a sample from Nas]



[Intro]

(The mic is contacted I attract clientele)

(The mic is contacted I attract clientele)

(The mic is contacted I attract clientele)

(The mic is contacted I attract clientele)

(The mic is contacted I attract clientele)

(The mic is contacted I attract clientele)

(The mic is contacted I attract clientele)

What's up my niggas?

(The mic is contacted I attract clientele)

How y'all feelin?

(The mic is contacted I attract clientele)

Check it out

Yo

(The mic is contacted I attract clientele)



[Verse 1]

Yo

Niggaz need ta quit it actin' like they betta

Before I wear em out like a fitta wit a matchin sweater

Plus I'm wantin shoes, I'm runnin through cools wit cheddar

Makin em crack like leatha unda tha rainy weather

Y'all best ta get it together before you step into Dirty's domain

This cold game got you switchin identities and code names

I went from enough ta mo game, growin like rogaine

Keepin my face posted up in dope frames

I throw flames then I tame em like a fireman

And put a grip on this industry like supplies can

Y'all don't understand I'm a wiser man wit a hot hand

That'll drop and permantally put you on a Kaizer plan

Stretch you out in a stretcher for thinkin why me

I'm thinkin why these why me didn't know where tha poison is like IV

It's drive ta handle hands like Allan Ivry

Hand in tha B-ball's, even though tha odds be ivory

I'm lethal, I put holes in all types of people

>From asian ta caucasian, I'm dazin em wit no sequel

No one is equal ta tha 3, that's a pity

Just stay on your matress packs and watch us on Rap City



[Chorus]

Ice man spit gold, bullets, and diamond shells

(The mic is contacted I attract clentele)

Contagous tha MC, ill it in sickle-cell

(The mic is contacted I attract clentele)

Pronoun'll lock it down so MC's can't post bail

(The mic is contacted I attract clentele)

Dirty pop rounds and stomp grounds where lions dwell

(The mic is contacted I attract clentele)



[Verse 2]

Yo

What?

I'm an assasin blastin, brothas talkin out they ass

And flashin a .45 colt to yo throat, leave in yo casket

Rockin mo ice aspen, diamonds tha size of asprins

Walk wit a Dirty limp, I talk wit tha Dirty accent

Way my rhymes a touch ya like sexual harrasement

50 percent violation and 50 percent on cashmen

Faster than Nascar, pull like a tow guard

I flow hard, chargin by tha minute like a phone card

Disquinshed gentlemen, sweatin brothas like penaltints

Smokin middle tin, blackin mouths, clockin benjamins

Rockin timbalands, lockin down tha dirty premesises

Cake time is unlimited, from championships ta scrimages

So fly, we defy tha laws of gravity

Anatomy of a king so u can crown me like cavity

Nigga that's Pronoun, Dirty Unit historical

I answer to nobody, keep questions rhetorical

Wit mo action, whippin ass like Joe Jackson

If you see it contain jus, remain tha future attraction

Main event offense, you can't contain tha prevent

Concrete for a line of defense that's hard as cement



[Chorus]

Ice man spit gold, bullets, and diamond shells

(The mic is contacted I attract clentele)

Contagous tha MC, ill it in sickle-cell

(The mic is contacted I attract clentele)

Pronoun'll lock it down so MC's can't post bail

(The mic is contacted I attract clentele)

Dirty pop rounds and stomp grounds where lions dwell

(The mic is contacted I attract clentele)



[Verse 3]

I rip tha mic wit tha force of a black hole on a intergaltic plateau

Tha rhymin weapon, spittin faster than bullet shadows

I smack clones, divorcin my thoughts wit cracked bones

And when I rhyme I give more lines than tapped phones

Damage ya beach, burnin tracks wit flamable speech

Tha rappin atangable beast with animal teeth

Battlin me is like goin to hell askin for heat

Cause I'm rougha than leatha and tougha than african feet

Walkin these scandolous streets like an evangelist priest

Keepin it heated like Cool J and Canibus beef

I rip your vocal cords, put a body in every morgue

Wit heavy metaphors hittin harda than every George

I hurt you perpatrators wit fire ta burn you hatas

I'm bigga than Pun, wit more guns than a terminator

Tha astronaut, spittin more watts than a Magnavox

Wit more data in my memory bank than a Macintosh

I'm so ill I could take a bath in hot lava

And not even botha ta break a sweat, you facin death

Goin against Dirty Unit, Sway and Tech, tha world famous

Colaboration break your necks



[Chorus]

Ice man spit gold, bullets, and diamond shells

(The mic is contacted I attract clentele)

Contagous tha MC, ill it in sickle-cell

(The mic is contacted I attract clentele)

Pronoun'll lock it down so MC's can't post bail

(The mic is contacted I attract clentele)

Dirty pop rounds and stomp grounds where lions dwell

(The mic is contacted I attract clentele)