Fly By

Everybody step back from the mic as I set it off

All playin' the wall, it's time to sweat it off

Anybody with static -- oh, please try --

I'll do ya like Godfather 3 and do a fly by

Time to rip and hit and strangle

I eat Guardian Angels

And toy emcees with their names on the front page

I bury in shallow graves

I don't rap to girls on my L.P.

I don't beg for pussy

I love the ladies and they love me right back

Now who's the mack?

Mission accomplished

I came to stomp this

Microphone and leave suckers unconscious

And if you you think you've got an "S" on your chest

You better wear two vests

Watch your back, your front

I always hit, don't bunt

Crazy posse when I'm out on a duck hunt

Emcee Ice, he answers to no one

Load my rhymes and cock 'em like a shotgun

Let off like frags from a pipe bomb

A slow stroll and my mic in my right palm

The cops hate me and that's right they oughtta

Before my crew gets to their daughters

Do you know me? Right

That's why I carry the mic

I'm not flashing my American Express

I'm playing my cards close to my vest

My name that you say, what, I'm fessin'?

Listen up and listen close and listen for the lesson

Black Panther assessin' the situation

Executing with tact, jumping exact

Ripping' up slack, on attack

86'in mack, turn tails head back