Soul on Ice lyrics

by

Ras Kass



[Hook]
"Soul on ice"

[Verse 1]
I was told "Two wrongs don't make a right, but three rights make a left"
"Act your age, not your color," but I'd rather act darker
Mark a page with mazes of labyrinth
f*ck up a rhyme so bad, I leave the microphone abstinent
To MC, or not to MC?
Beyond B.E.T. and MTV–exists me
Origin, 'cause God created man, and man created Hip-Hop
I declined to participate until I was orientated
I heard 50,000 drive-bys, and 49,999 was lies
No surprise, as the sun rises, thine eyes have seen the light
But we stalk the night, I expose like an overbite
In limbo I lamp, rape the Lady, kill the Tramp
The wrong action for the right motive, so now
Give me 50,000 black angry role models
Take me to D.C., I'll throw the first f*ckin' bottle
'Cause I don't give a f*ck about a menial existence
And I don't give a f*ck about nonviolent resistance
Civil rights will not suffice
In the name of Jesus Christ, they got my soul on ice

[Hook]
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"Soul on ice" "soul on ice" "soul on ice" "soul on ice" "soul on ice"
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"Soul on ice" "soul on ice" "soul on ice" "soul on ice" "soul on ice"
"Soul on ice" "soul on ice" "soul on ice" "soul on ice" "soul on ice"
[Verse 2]
Walkin' on skulls, 'cause I'm two steps ahead, so I started at square three
Now I'm Cube'd like O'Shea Jackson be
Sub-Zero catching fatalities to my spirituality
Smoke like a chimney, drink like a Kennedy
Still no remedy
f*ck shooting a fair one
'Cause open cuts from f*ckin' some n*gga up
Can lead to contracting HIV positivity
You never know who got traits of femininity
What agwan, pus*y wool blood clot
And deal with the bullsh*t batty-boy business fi' dat
You play the villain
There will be another soundbwoy killin'
Benadryl pumps through my adrenaline
Feelin' my rap's weight, I track Heavy like Tony Dofat
Hip Hop is 2% milk, but mostly no fat
And most MC's ain't prepared
So what I say goes over your head like pubic hair
In 1999 (Flip the script) – triple 6
One world government "Novus Ordo Seclorum"
Check your dead president, represented on the 1 dollar bill
And if Clinton was the answer, it was a stupid question
My soul's on ice, baby

[Hook]
"Soul on ice" "soul on ice" "soul on ice" "soul on ice" "soul on ice"
"Soul on ice" "soul on ice" "soul on ice" "soul on ice" "soul on ice"
"Soul on ice" "soul on ice" "soul on ice" "soul on ice" "soul on ice"
"Soul on ice" "soul on ice" "soul on ice" "soul on ice" "soul on ice"
"Soul on ice" "soul on ice" "soul on ice" "soul on ice" "soul on ice"
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