lets go!

AYO
its like gettin beat wit a night stick/
its a definit, lights out for ice pick/
I spit fire...cuz im tight nit wit smoke/
only time he see green is when 'ice pick' his nose/
since u ice…u might spit tha cold/
but im visibly hot. Like bright winta coats/
so dont doubt tha pro, wit tha brain of a hoodlum/
cuz im bound to blow, like a plane fulla Muslims/
u easy to breach, im as sharpe as wat a knife knows/
I’ll bring da heat,‘till evrybody askin whered tha ice go?
Get it right yo!..this explicit thug rebel/
spit tight flows…like restricted blood vessels/
so think its a game, n end up "dead to rights"*/
when I make tha choice, to end a life?
Forsake my voice, n poise my pen to write/
I break da boy, he moist it ends tonight/
so listen here, U gadda route ur fear/
cuz I know u scared, like muqtada al-sadre**/
born to b high, kick shit like im another vandam/
call u T.i...u stretchin lines like a "rubberband man"/
n ur stupid name, ‘ill neva enter fame like hendrix/
what chu do is lame, u cant entertain like cedric/
but I’ll give u a job, u’ll be bound to fetch/
now tha only ‘ice’ u ‘pick’ goes around my neck!

*dead to rights=shootem up video game
**muqtada al-sadre=pronunciation=muk-tada al-sadeer. he is tha shiite muslim cleric thats hiding in a mosque in najaf.