Soul On Ice (Diamond D Remix)

The waterproof MC, you ain't wetting me
You need to stop rapping and start robbing banks like Steady B
Cause see, no matter how much green you make
You'll never taste the avocado, just another broke Versace model
Tiger Woods ain't even up to par in the game of survival
That's why I'm pissing in y'all Cristal bottles
Drink Listerine, brush my teeth with amphetamine
So I can sound fresh and say dope things in between
Three strikes to five mics (forever snortin')
I want a woman with the body of a whore and a personality like Lauryn
Ain't even say I didn't know
Cause while we wanna be N.W.A. they create the N.W.O
How many years (fo' mo) ' so fuck them fake John Gotti's
Ain't got no Maseratis I be at the party sipping hot toddies
My shit bumps in Arabic, out Audis in Saudi
I'm thuggish ruggish to the bone
"And I'm gonna diss everybody... and I'm gonna diss everybody..."

You want the truth, can't handle the truth
You want Lexus moonroof, Hennesssy 80 proof
Scared to death, playin the game of life...
Soul on Ice

I keep the afterparty swerving, not quite like Michael Irvin
Edumacating urban youth, like it or not
These soliloquies explain our people's lack of stability
You keepin it real, but ain't got a clue what reality really be
See the diameter of your knowledge is the circumference of your activity
Me, I knew the deal before Babyface went solo; baggin dime pieces
Stackin dividends and dressin in more linen than Yoko Ono
But on the low doe we fightin over the scraps
Worshippin the almighty dollar "In God We Trust," look it over
Now what the fuck pyramids got to do with the pilgrims or Jehovah
Novus Ordo Seclorum means New World Order
That's why I keep my friends close and my enemies closer
We runnin around in thousand dollar clown suits
Better get some boots when Lucifer turn your city to Beirut, nigga

You want the truth, can't handle the truth
You want Lexus moonroof, Hennesssy 80 proof
Scared to death, playin the game of life...
Soul on Ice

I avoid one-time
Got Lela Rochon calling my genitals sunshine
Fifth floor of the Mondrian, so go 'head nigga pop your Dom
I'm the man whose esophagus transform to a fuckin gat like Megatron
Here's a sport unknown to Bob Costas, give it a name and you a hater
But violence don't play that game, man
Guerilla penmanship, the, preacher impeacher
Heat seeker MC when I get pissed like a urethra
My day-to-day I'm tryin to bubble, first place
This paper I chase, "Touch Me and Tease Me" like Case
But in the millenium, CREAM turns electronic
UPC barcodes on the hand is demonic
They got concentration camps, from Alaska to Jersey
But when the President declare a national emergency
He paying car notes trying to Rock the Vote
I'm spitting razor-sharp quotes trying to slit the Pope's throat

You want the truth, can't handle the truth
You want Lexus moonroof, Hennesssy 80 proof
Scared to death, playin the game of life...
Soul on Ice

Uh, uh... yeah
I'm rhymin beats provided by Diamond