This record you're about to hear, The Original Gangster of Hip Hop
Contains, contains explicit, dirty lyrics like fuck, shit, ass, bitch, your mother's dick, asshole, all that shit. Hit it DMX!
Check it out now, to my man KRS One
To my all-time brother Scott La Rock, he's in here forever
Right about now we gon' get busy like this here
Murderer when it comes to a rhyme
Homicide, never doing no time
Take my lyrics direct, I'm always getting respect
I get your girl in my arm, she's sure to get wet
Very drippy, then I lick those titties
Make her reach her highest peak, then she'll come with me
With a splash, then I'll grab an ass
And insert my dick, and just stroke fast
So pardon my diction, but feel the friction
I am the key your body's the ignition
So assume the position, but get your back ready
When Just Ice started solid and steady
To hear my vocab, you might think it's bad
If I ever fuck your girl I'm guaranteed to make her glad
Slim or chubby, smart or real nutty
Sir Vicious Just Ice will make her bloody
Make her think it's a prank while we go into the bank
Withdraw every dime leave the bitch with a blank
Say thanks a lot, give me everything you got
Broke with cash but rich from my rock
Ingenuity a must, Sir Vicious
Just don't think of it as love, it's only lust
On the block I'll spot ya, suckers I drop ya
Girl I got ya cause my words rock ya
When I start a rhyme brothers come in fear
Their girl will leave them, come close to hear
Sir Vicious Just Ice, they know that I'm fresh
Hear my voice on vinyl, then touch me in the flesh
All I do is wink, make the girl think
Of putting her man right on the brink
Submit her feelings to my slightest whim
Take her to my dressing room and get busy again
I understand why brothers don't like my presence
When it comes to a girl, I'm the most pressing
It's the truth and facts, with power that's packed
Like you're hooked on cracks, nah you ain't jack
Shit counterfeiture illegitimate bitch
Got a wobble for a walk, a swagger for a switch
Imitators of the world know that it's a must
To have a body, a brain, a name like the Just
If you think that's all I got something left
It's my music on legs, what's your name?
(DMX)
I'm gonna ask you a question, I want a straight answer
No jiving and playing, I'm serious as cancer
I've met a lot of MC's who are jokers and pranksters
(Yes, but you are the Hip Hop Gangster)
To switch around the answer bring it right to the top
Sir Vicious Just Ice, the gangster of Hip Hop
Use a rhyme for a gun, intellect for a bullet
My nasty crafty ways will execute it to the fullest
Commence to say a rhyme, and suckers will log it
The freshest shit you wrote was whole heap of stink garbage
Got a witness by my side, the truth to tell
You can ask B.I., my brother Shamel
Just come to a party watch me raise some hell
Coming straight from Brooklyn where the warriors dwell
Get my point across well, and keep it together
For a sucker MC I'm just plain terror
If that's not enough, hold on for a second
DMX and KRS is the best I reckon
But if you want to save this for a rainy day
Hold up that's the fucking part right there...
Dis tragic Magic, and throw him away
Cause we're not down together as no big fam
With the scheme that's mean, it will be a scam
Like I'm planning and plotting, so suckers start rotting
You're fiending for a break, a music junkie you're nodding
I'm an MC instructor, a musical conductor
A rapping destructor, put your rhyme in a gutter
Where they belong, cause your shit is weak
So for all you pussyclots just lick the street
I exceed prodigies of the highest degree
Plateaus so you know that I'm the epitome
Of words and lyrics that oppose and are against
The master of the phrase, the king of a sentence
Clear as a crystal or hazy like a blur
If you don't know my name I think you'd better call me sir
Address me with respect, now your feelings are suspicious
Precise Just Ice another word for vicious
Get up on the mic then I reach my peak
Might take four days, or even a week
Cause I'm fresh as ice or tender as a kiss
You can say Just Ice or say Justice
Don't try to revoke the words I spoke
You take heed from the wise cause I never choke
I will never ever diss you, but it will seem
When I say that the end justifies the means
To challenge or oppose, no-one really knows
Won't laugh at my wrath cause the pain will show
Explain my skill, it's one hell of a task
All the science goes on but how long can you last
I'm the exalted pressing ruler of my empire
And with my skills I move a level higher
Check your steps be sure you don't front
Cause the way that you rhyme you ain't nothing but a puppy punk
Gonna do my thing coming straight from the heart
And inject my song, leave my trademark
Cause I'm a gangster, and you're not
You're a sucker, and I rock
Wind it up!
Bout ya run come call me, but make sure you can pay me
Bout ya run come call me, but make sure you can pay me
Cause I can't take no grass to fill up mi rass
I can't take no loss because I need my Moss
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We in the jam this is it, peace!
Now, you do all that other shit
