[00:00.00] 作词 : Ice T
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Ice T
[00:00.00]Pulse Of The Rhyme -Ice T
[00:10.198]Just checkin'my microphone once
[00:12.169]As I test your audio
[00:13.731]Increase the bass response
[00:15.344]Hope n the speakers blow
[00:16.717]I got no time to sit and flip
[00:18.309]And pop bullshit
[00:19.285]Turn up your stereo hops
[00:20.750]Insert the rhyme clip
[00:22.251]Roll your windows up
[00:23.551]Make sure it's air tight
[00:24.704]Eq the track exact
[00:26.309]So shit sounds right
[00:27.678]I rhyme of death
[00:28.686]And darkness and danger
[00:30.419]Your crib or car
[00:31.298]Becomes a torture chamber
[00:33.114]I write my rhymes with violence
[00:34.791]What you expect
[00:35.780]Sounds of pain
[00:36.932]The snap of a broken neck
[00:38.460]All alone in darkness I sit each night
[00:41.315]Write my rhymes
[00:42.175]With blood upon a butcher knife
[00:44.43]You say the ice is ill and ill I am
[00:46.757]They try to ban my shit
[00:48.133]And I don't give a d**n
[00:49.315]Roll up
[00:49.925]Your eye will get swoll up
[00:51.187]Suckers who flexed
[00:52.272]Yo their deaths got tolled up
[00:54.69]'Cause I'm not the nigga to toy wit
[00:55.917]Boy with the big mouth
[00:57.775]Ya got time to riff
[00:59.74]Theres time to take you out
[01:00.354]Put a couple caps in your a**
[01:01.878]Cut your head off
[01:02.960]Send it to your mom with flowers
[01:04.587]'Cause I'm so soft
[01:05.888]Lay on your wack crew
[01:07.264]Smoke the whole bunch
[01:08.438]Bury em in my bck yard
[01:09.917]And then Ill eat lunch
[01:11.236]'Cause I don't give a **** about you
[01:12.879]Or him or her
[01:14.184]Whenever I'm in the house
[01:15.496]A death just might occur
[01:16.859]Is this real or fiction
[01:18.324]Youll never know
[01:19.749]While you're locked to the
[01:20.786]Pulse of the rhyme flow
[01:33.364]Once I lock you up you can't get loose
[01:35.950]You put your head inside
[01:37.324]And I placed the noose
[01:38.681]The mic drips juice slow
[01:40.245]From it's steel mesh
[01:41.429]My words feel like hooks
[01:42.788]Underneath your flesh
[01:44.84]Makin'you twist and turn
[01:45.190]Scorch and burn
[01:46.301]When will you learn
[01:48.65]The 90s are my turn
[01:49.579]To pitch a vocal fit like the ultimate
[01:52.328]Gangster rhyme
[01:53.760]Yo I invented the shit
[01:55.102]Watch me do it as I do it
[01:56.590]And I do it right
[01:57.580]Grab the gauge
[01:58.660]Duct tape on the flashlight
[02:00.514]Doin'the black ski mask
[02:01.916]And come to your house
[02:03.111]Cut off your power
[02:04.342]And do you with the lights out
[02:05.937]Is this real or fiction
[02:07.449]You'll never know
[02:08.893]While you're locked to the
[02:09.917]Pulse of the rhyme flow flow
[02:22.596]A pool of blood
[02:23.433]And floating body parts
[02:24.290]Would make me grin
[02:25.229]A close view of a razor
[02:26.359]When it's breaking skin
[02:27.922]If you were burnin'
[02:28.749]I'd use gasoline to put you out
[02:30.682]'Cause I walk alone
[02:31.986]And choose the dark route
[02:33.237]Nightmares gotta be loved by some
[02:35.521]And I'm the one
[02:36.822]Ya wanna come bring your shotgun
[02:38.985]You ever see your partner die
[02:40.358]No well I have
[02:41.679]You ever see your father die
[02:43.80]No well I have
[02:44.311]You ever see your mother die
[02:45.751]No well I have
[02:46.701]So shut the **** up punk
[02:48.381]And clear the rhyme path
[02:49.776]What would make me feel calm and nice
[02:51.771]Is a slow slice
[02:53.405]Through your jugular and windpipe
[02:55.183]Throw me in jail
[02:55.978]I won't even try to make bail
[02:57.813]Put me in the gas chamber
[02:59.323]And watch me inhale
[03:00.643]Is this true or false
[03:01.939]Well youll never know
[03:03.264]While you're locked to the
[03:04.516]Pulse of the rhyme flow
[03:05.938]Jason tales from the crypt
[03:07.473]And the dark side
[03:09.26]Another fly murder
[03:10.289]Another suicide
[03:11.623]They did flicks
[03:12.336]Have an influence on my brain
[03:14.09]I really doubt that shit
[03:15.78]I think that I was born insane
[03:17.147]When I was young
[03:17.956]I had a lust for knives and guns
[03:19.692]Use a magnifying glass
[03:20.944]To fry an ant with the sun
[03:22.596]And on and on
[03:23.309]My lust for death got bigger
[03:25.308]At fifteen
[03:26.66]I was placed behind a trigger
[03:28.18]Although I'm dirty
[03:28.954]Not the one to be swept up
[03:30.444]Step up
[03:31.592]I'd love to open your chest up
[03:33.519]I've got no concept of life or death
[03:35.369]Placing my hands on your neck
[03:37.09]All I want is your last breath
[03:39.30]Give me a mother****in'break
[03:40.213]I should behave
[03:41.738]Give me a mother****in'shovel
[03:43.138]Ill dig graves
[03:44.492]I break ill in extra large portions
[03:47.213]Wheres your parents
[03:48.197]Ill make you an orphan
[03:49.877]So when you're talkin'crazy
[03:51.287]You better think of me
[03:52.361]The I to the C to the E to the ****ing
[03:55.437]There'll be no scream
[03:56.816]No tears or cries just a laser beam
[03:59.419]Between your ****ing'eye
[04:00.867]You feel strange
[04:02.49]So now you know
[04:03.543]That you're locked to the
[04:04.648]Pulse of the rhyme flow
[04:06.325]Flow

作词 : Ice T
作曲 : Ice T
Pulse Of The Rhyme -Ice T
Just checkin'my microphone once
As I test your audio
Increase the bass response
Hope n the speakers blow
I got no time to sit and flip
And pop bullshit
Turn up your stereo hops
Insert the rhyme clip
Roll your windows up
Make sure it's air tight
Eq the track exact
So shit sounds right
I rhyme of death
And darkness and danger
Your crib or car
Becomes a torture chamber
I write my rhymes with violence
What you expect
Sounds of pain
The snap of a broken neck
All alone in darkness I sit each night
Write my rhymes
With blood upon a butcher knife
You say the ice is ill and ill I am
They try to ban my shit
And I don't give a d**n
Roll up
Your eye will get swoll up
Suckers who flexed
Yo their deaths got tolled up
'Cause I'm not the nigga to toy wit
Boy with the big mouth
Ya got time to riff
Theres time to take you out
Put a couple caps in your a**
Cut your head off
Send it to your mom with flowers
'Cause I'm so soft
Lay on your wack crew
Smoke the whole bunch
Bury em in my bck yard
And then Ill eat lunch
'Cause I don't give a **** about you
Or him or her
Whenever I'm in the house
A death just might occur
Is this real or fiction
Youll never know
While you're locked to the
Pulse of the rhyme flow
Once I lock you up you can't get loose
You put your head inside
And I placed the noose
The mic drips juice slow
From it's steel mesh
My words feel like hooks
Underneath your flesh
Makin'you twist and turn
Scorch and burn
When will you learn
The 90s are my turn
To pitch a vocal fit like the ultimate
Gangster rhyme
Yo I invented the shit
Watch me do it as I do it
And I do it right
Grab the gauge
Duct tape on the flashlight
Doin'the black ski mask
And come to your house
Cut off your power
And do you with the lights out
Is this real or fiction
You'll never know
While you're locked to the
Pulse of the rhyme flow flow
A pool of blood
And floating body parts
Would make me grin
A close view of a razor
When it's breaking skin
If you were burnin'
I'd use gasoline to put you out
'Cause I walk alone
And choose the dark route
Nightmares gotta be loved by some
And I'm the one
Ya wanna come bring your shotgun
You ever see your partner die
No well I have
You ever see your father die
No well I have
You ever see your mother die
No well I have
So shut the **** up punk
And clear the rhyme path
What would make me feel calm and nice
Is a slow slice
Through your jugular and windpipe
Throw me in jail
I won't even try to make bail
Put me in the gas chamber
And watch me inhale
Is this true or false
Well youll never know
While you're locked to the
Pulse of the rhyme flow
Jason tales from the crypt
And the dark side
Another fly murder
Another suicide
They did flicks
Have an influence on my brain
I really doubt that shit
I think that I was born insane
When I was young
I had a lust for knives and guns
Use a magnifying glass
To fry an ant with the sun
And on and on
My lust for death got bigger
At fifteen
I was placed behind a trigger
Although I'm dirty
Not the one to be swept up
Step up
I'd love to open your chest up
I've got no concept of life or death
Placing my hands on your neck
All I want is your last breath
Give me a mother****in'break
I should behave
Give me a mother****in'shovel
Ill dig graves
I break ill in extra large portions
Wheres your parents
Ill make you an orphan
So when you're talkin'crazy
You better think of me
The I to the C to the E to the ****ing
There'll be no scream
No tears or cries just a laser beam
Between your ****ing'eye
You feel strange
So now you know
That you're locked to the
Pulse of the rhyme flow
Flow