Iceberg Lyrics

Iceberg

Verse 1







I-C-E B-E-R-G



What's that spell? Iceberg, nigga, can't you read?



Time to bleed, slaughter, slice



Try to say I wasn't nice as we waxed them punks like lab mice



Dice 'em up, slice 'em up, dissect



Put you in a boilin' pot and let your ass sweat



Cos I rap on game you think I'm weak in a freestyle?



Well 911 you should dial



Before my posse makes a move on your mom's crib



Think we got knives and guns? We got bombs, kid



Blow up your whole block, ya hear the gunshots



Throw you in the Syndicate cellar and let your body rot



Cos I'm the coldest motherfucker that you ever heard



Call me The Ice...or just The Iceberg







Verse 2







Evil E was out coolin' with a freak one night



Fucked the bitch with a flashlight



Pulled it out and left the batteries in



So he could get a charge when he begin



Used his dick, the shit was tight



Bitch's titties start blinkin' like tail lights



Rolled her over to change a connection



The bitch's ugly face cold spoiled his erection



I'm the Ice rhymer, a big timer



And yes I'm a pimp and a player and a hustler and kinda



A mack and a poet, impressive I know it



Don't only rhyme for niggas cos I live my life co-ed



On the mic it's livin' breathin' hype



A 1989 type Dolemite



Cool motherfucker, word



Call me The Ice...or just The Iceberg







Verse 3







Charlie Jamm fucked a freak on a ski-lift



10 below, gave her the dick



It was cold and she said "Quit!"



Charlie Jamm said "Bullshit!"



She said "Oh, oh, oh my god!"



Charlie's dick was frozen hard



But she said she never felt it



Maybe Charlie's dick melted



Yes, I'm the rhyme kicker, the hard liquor



Parental Guidance Sticker? Yeah, I'm the nigga



Triple X is how I rate



I'm the one your parents hate



I'm as cold as cold can get



Under pressure never sweat



Cool motherfucker, word



Call me The Ice...or just The Iceberg







Verse 4







Out with the posse on a night run



Girls on the corner, so let's have some fun



Donald asked one if she was game



Back Alley Sally was her name



She moved on the car and moved fast



On the window pressed her ass



All at once we heard a crash



Donald's dick had broke the glass



Yes, I'm the big wheeler, the girl stealer



And if we play cards don't let me be the dealer



The Ice, cool as water, hard as stone



The black mack of the microphone



Talkin' shit the way I do



Rhyme Pays, the posse grew



Did you like Power? Word



Well this is The Ice...or just The Iceberg