The Iceberg Lyrics

The 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