brainstorm microphone napalm this is it words from a time bomb attack speed fast as an f15 raise the heat light the gasoline overload it might cause a blackout dead end there s no chance to back out hit the tripwire duck from the gunfire broken glass screechin car tires bodies hit the deck as i commence to wreck eject another clip and drip sweat face of danger increasin anger point blank i smoke another stranger grip the mic tight i see the brake lights hit the back door i lay down cross the floor e s on the wheels he makes the rubber squeal blood s on my gear from caps i ve peeled about a block away i sit up look back it wasn t nothin but a microphone contract dressed in black i stalk my prey parabellum in a leather attache low tones i speak i speak to few just give me the money and who the fuck to do four blocks away my aim s clean night scope on a silence carbine place my cross hairs on my vic s eye squeeze the trigger watch the brains fly violent yeah you could call me that insane you re on the right track but turn the sounds up so i can stay amped do another crew and break camp the only way i sleep is in a cold sweat you think i m crazy you ain t see shit yet cause i live to kill and kill for fun the microphone it goes off like a handgun it s goin down now grab your girl hops no excuses when the bodies begin to drop look in my face fool it look like i m play n don t become another victim of mic slayin  what s up you want your feet in some concrete i got some brothers that ll do you for gold teeth but most the time i move i move alone take a bat break your motherfuckin dome shoot you dead in the face with a sawed off one hundred ten degrees ice don t get soft cause i m hard as they come i come correct you can t handle the vandal hit eject if not you better get out my face sucka or else you better be a good bullet ducker cause i m a rip shop tell that ass drop five o ice yo fuck a damn cop cause i move hard and cold with a gangster stroll five thousand dollar suits and fly gold rolex you can t fit no more diamonds on it pinky ring worth a house if i decide to pawn it what s up now punk yo start to choke up you try to move on the ice you ll get broke up midnight time for a homicide showtime somebody s gonna die e hits the switch and thouands of volts connect with the weapon that s in my fist i see a sucka in the third row try n to riff a paragraph and a half he s stiff i start bustin off barrages ear high mothers grab for their children tears fly i m like a psycho when the microphone s on speakers blown mind gone i can t be touched once my begin to fly simple stage radiation could make ya die ya got a problem nigga you think your rep s bigger hold your head right there while i squeeze the trigger cause i m a crazy motherfucker that s no joke my favorite smell is the aroma of gunsmoke i m bustin off another lyrical nightmare parents hate the ice you think that i care well i don t give a fuck cause i rhyme tough drop science still bust the ill stuff so now it s time for crime and the rhyme is mine track the movement hide from the punchline i rhyme with quickness microphone fitness the assassinator stay off the shit list