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ICEBERG - Yeah You
 Complimentary "Yeah You" Ringtone 
Album: Untitled (2004)
[Verse 1:]
The name is Ice don't act like you wanna let it go
Cuz you know the flow's thoro and I'm supposed to explode on foes like so-so don't act like you ain't know
Sucka I take gats point to you make it go bluck-bluck-blucka!
Make the mack sneeze (achoo) if you like me get these muthafucka
Can't touch what you can't see I'm invisible 'round here I'm the hardest ghostwriter but I'm the most visible
Who you know bust raps on the low
Who you know ghostwrite for girls and you still don't know (it's me son)
Switch styles up quick like I myself am a trend
Who you know people turn heads for the money I spend (in school)
I'm only 18 and I can hustle without having a muscle
Cuz I setup shop on your turf take you down without a tustle
You ain't shit is what I'm trying to say
Make you look so bad your friends won't want you to stay
Man I eat flows like yours I just put it on my tray
Kill you at night time after a beating in the day
[Hook:] [2X]
One simple question ya'll- Do you smelllllll What it is that I'm cookin'?
Spittin' verse after verse I'ma eat you son it's you that I'm cookin'
[Verse 2:]
Shiiiiiiit
Little bitch acting like your raps is all tight
Coming to me for advice on how to get his stuff right
Yeah you know who you is don't act like it ain't you
I'm talking about asking me to please aid you (faggot)
All I'ma do is fade you-you know I hate you
Rip you limb for limb and personally deflate you
Cuz I go coast to coast with a lyrical prognosist
I'm the most explosive and I'll leave you mentally unfocused
You spit one verse I'll give you curses with approximately seven or more verses
Even make girls hit your head with about seventy-four purses
I'm so sick put in hospitals won't be enough to save you with a-hundred-and-four nurses (uh-huh)
I'm so damn sick look at these past verses guraunteed you won't find more than four curses
I'm so skilled skill is so ill and filled
With fire that will get you spilled and killed right after you get drilled (wooooh)
Hit you from about eight-hundred-and-eighty-eight angles (oh!)
I spit spitty-spit-spit without my tongue getting tangled (Oh Shit!!)
Swallow that shit son.
Thanks to Eddie Lujan (prophecy101@tmail.com) for these lyrics
Complimentary "Yeah You" Ringtone
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