Personal(Explicit) - ICE-T

Artist：ice t
Songs Title：personal
Emcees no time out its time to rhyme out
Youve dug your own grave now you must climb out
Dig out crawl out hide from the fallout
Cause when I get mad I go all out
Ice cooler than the coldest cube dude
And when I'm micin boy I'm know to get rude
Criminal background its time to get down
I use a silencer don't like the loud sound
Off my mic blast you better run fast
The last punk that popped junk passed
Spit on his grave laughed jumped in my stretch
Signed his b**ch an autograph
Syndicate boy i don't fool out
You're full grown schools out
You try to diss i think you better cool out
Cause your butt is smoke if we ever duel out
This jam is directed to all of those who expected
For me to cold be rejected but now I'm highly respected
And now their ears are infected
With dollar signs I've collected
Jealous punks i said it
Personal
Take a personal
Take it personal punk I'm talkin to you
And if they agree with you then your crew too
I never diss an emcee i wishem all good luck
But if you diss me to my face duck
My style don't ramble you shouldnt gamble
With your grill i got a fist like an anvil
I write a record lock it on the topic
Evil and iz dog the track then we drop it
Record stores rock it stock it fans buy it
People that never heard of ice-t try it
Then you try to diss you got gall
I got gold on my neck and gold on my wall
Gold in my fingers gold in my ear
When this jams spinnin golds what you hear
Toy this ain't christimas no time to play
I ain't no child punk youll get sprayed
Illin on a mega-villan
You must want a pine box to go chill in
Buried deep creep no one will weep
Cause the next night with your b**ch Ill sleep
Personal
Take it personal
I ain't east coast west coast new style or old style
You wanna know about me check police files
Get out my face or you might have a bruised one
Brass knuckle prints yes i used some
I ain't here to boast i don't do that
When I talk its straight d**e pure facts
I rock hard but still called a new jack
But talk sh*t you're sure to get heard cracked
I don't drink or smoke or do dumb ***
But my posses still labeled street thugs
L a p ds got all my boys mugs
Can't use my phone for the damn bugs
I live in privacy don't like suckers hawking me
News reporters some think they can talk for me
Lies misquotes changin all my words around
But if I catchem on the street they'll get beat down
They get money for hype-type publicity
They don't think twice about dissin me
But thats a mistake with tha syndicate you shoudnt mess
I hope those punk reporters wear vests
Personal
Take that personal
Now the words I speak to some may sound radical
But Ill explain its simply mathematical
You diss i diss this is creates an equal
You reply to my diss this is called a sequel
I reply to your diss this is called a battle
Not intelligent not very adult
So I don't battle i just put heads out
A straight line is always the direct route
I write lyrics clear to leave no doubt
Don't even have to say who I'm speakin about
You know who you are you just jealous
Cause you hear my records are million sellers
Try to say I'm wack out on the streets
While your whole crew is jockin my beats
See me on t v and in the papers
See me at a jam and catch vapors
Personal