Soul on Ice - Ras Kass, Diamond D

The waterproof MC, you ain’t wettin me You need to stop rappin and start robbin banks like Steady B Cause see, no matter how much green you make

You’ll never taste the avocado, just another broke Versace model

Tiger Woods ain’t even up to par in the game of survival

That’s why I’m pissin in y’all Cristal bottles

Drink Listerine, brush my teeth with amphetamine

So I can sound fresh and say dope things in between

Three strikes to five mics — forever snortin

I want a woman with the body of a whore and a personality like Lauryn

Can’t even say I didn’t know

Cause while we wanna be N.W.A.

they create the N.W.O.

How many years, fo’mo'- so fuck the fake John Gotties

Ain’t got no Mazzeraties I be at the party sippin hot toddies

My shit pumpin everything, out Audis in Saudi

I’m +Thuggish Ruggish+ to the Bone,

and I’m gonna diss everybody.

and I’m gonna diss everybody.

You want the truth, can’t handle the truth

You want Lexus moonroof, Hennesssy 80 proof

Scared to death, playin the game of life.

Soul on Ice

I keep the afterparty swervin, not quite like Michael Irvin

Edumacating urban youth, like it or not

These soliloquies explain our people’s lack of stability

You keepin it real, but ain’t got a clue what reality really be See the diameter of your knowledge is the circumference of your activity

Me, I knew the deal before Babyface went solo;

baggin dime pieces

stackin dividends and dressin in more linen than Yoko Ono

But on the low doe we fightin over the scraps

Worshippin the almighty dollar — In God We Trust, look it over

Now what the fuck pyramids got to do with the pilgrims or Jehovah

Novus Ordo Seclorum means New World Order

That’s why I keep my friends close and my enemies closer

We runnin around in thousand dollar clown suits

Better get some boots when Lucifer turn your city to Beirut, nigga

I avoid one-time

Got Lela Rochon callin my genitals sunshine

Fifth floor of the Mandriane, so go 'head nigga pop your Dom

I’m the man whose esophagus transform to a fuckin gat like Megatron

Here’s a sport unknown to Bob Costas, give it a name and you a hater

But violence don’t play that game, man

Guerilla penmanship, the, preacher impeacher

Heat seeker MC when I get pissed like a urethra

My day-to-day I’m tryin to bubble, first place

This paper I chase, Touch Me and Tease Me like Case

But in the millenium, CREAM turns electronic

UPC barcodes on the hand is demonic

They got concentration camps, from Alaska to Jersey

But when the President declare a national emergency

He payin car notes tryin to +Rock the Vote+

I’m spittin razor-sharp quotes tryin to slit the Pope’s throat

Uh, uh.

yeah

I’m rhymin — beats provided by Diamond