Pulse Of The Rhyme Lyrics by Ice-t

Pulse Of The Rhyme Lyrics

    Just checkin' my microphone once
    As i check your audio
    Increase the bass response
    Hope n the speakers blow
    I got no time to sit and flip
    And pop bullshit
    Turn up your stereo hops
    Insert the rhyme clip
    Roll your windows up
    Make sure it7s air tight
    E.q. the track exact
    So shit sounds right
    I rhyme of death
    And darkness and danger
    Your crib or car
    Becomes a torture chamber
    I write my rhymes with violence
    What you expect?
    Sounds of pain
    The snap of a broken neck
    All alone in darkness i sit each night
    Write my rhymes
    With blood upon a butcher knife
    You say the ice is ill, and ill i am
    They try to ban my shit
    And i don't give a damn
    Roll up, your eye will get swoll up
    Suckers who flexed
    Yo, their deaths got tolled up
    Cause i'm not the nigga to toy with
    Boy with the big mouth
    Ya got time to riff?
    There's time to take you out
    Put a couple caps in your ass
    Cut your head off

    Send it to your mom with flowers
    Cause i'm so soft
    Lay on your wack crew
    Smoke the whole bunch
    Bury 'em in my bck yard
    And then i'll eat lunch
    Cause i don't give a fuck about you
    Or him or her
    Whenever i'm in the house
    A death just might occur
    Is this real or fiction
    You'll never know

    While you're locked to the
    Pulse of the rhyme flow!

    Once i lock you up, you can't get loose
    You put your head inside
    And i placed the noose
    The mic drips juice slow
    From its steel mesh
    My words feel like hooks
    Underneath your flesh
    Makin' you twist and turn
    Scorch and burn, when will you learn?
    The '90s are my turn
    To pitch a vocal fit, like the ultimate
    Gangster rhyme, yo, i invented the shit!
    Watch me dod it, as i do it
    And i do it right
    Grab the gauge
    Duct tape on the flashlight
    Doin' the black ski mask
    And come to your house
    Cut off your power
    And do you with the lights out!
    Is this real or fiction?
    You'll never know


    A pool of blood
    And floating body parts
    Would make me grin
    A close view of a razor
    When it's breaking skin
    If you were burnin'
    I'd use gasoline to put you out
    Cause i walk alone
    And choose the dark route
    Nightmares gotta be loved by some
    And i'm the one
    Ya wanna come, bring your shotgun
    You ever see your partner die?
    No? well i have!
    You ever see your father die?
    No? well i have!
    You ever see your mother die?
    No? well i have!
    So shut the fuck up, punk
    And clear the rhyme path!
    What would make meel calm and nice
    Is a slow slice
    Through your jugular and windpipe
    Throw me in jail
    I won't even try to make bail
    Put me in the gas chamber
    And watch me inhale!
    Is this true or false?
    Well you'll never know


    Jason, tales from the crypt
    And the dark side
    Another fly murder, another suicide
    Did these flicks
    Have an influence on my brain?
    I really doubt that shit
    I think that i was born insane
    When i was young
    I had a lust for knives and guns
    Use a magnifying glass
    To fry an ant with the sun
    And on and on
    My lust for death got bigger
    At fifteen
    I was placed behind a trigger
    Although i'm dirty
    Not the one to be swept up
    Step up, i'd love to open your chest up
    I've got no concept of life or death
    All i want is your last breath
    Give me a motherfuckin' break
    I should behave
    Give me a motherfuckin' shovel
    I'll dig graves!
    I break ill in extra large portions
    Where's your parents
    I'll make you an orphan
    So when you're talkin' crazy
    You better think of me
    The i, to the c, to the e, to the fuckin' t!
    There'll be no tears
    No screams or cries, just a laser beam
    Between your fuckin' eyes
    You feel strange well now you know