The Iceberg Lyrics - The Iceberg/freedom Of Speech - Ice T

I-C-E B-E-R-G 

What's that spell? Iceberg, nigga, can't you read? 

Time to bleed, slaughter, slice 

Try to say I wasn't nice as we waxed them punks like lab mice 

Dice 'em up, slice 'em up, dissect 

Put you in a boilin' pot and let your ass sweat 

Cos I rap on game you think I'm weak in a freestyle? 

Well 911 you should dial 

Before my posse makes a move on your mom's crib 

Think we got knives and guns? We got bombs, kid 

Blow up your whole block, ya hear the gunshots 

Throw you in the Syndicate cellar and let your body rot 

Cos I'm the coldest motherfucker that you ever heard 

Call me The Ice...or just The Iceberg 

Evil E was out coolin' with a freak one night 

Fucked the bitch with a flashlight 

Pulled it out and left the batteries in 

So he could get a charge when he begin 

Used his dick, the shit was tight 

Bitch's titties start blinkin' like tail lights 

Rolled her over to change a connection 

The bitch's ugly face cold spoiled his erection 

I'm the Ice rhymer, a big timer 

And yes I'm a pimp and a player and a hustler and kinda 

A mack and a poet, impressive I know it 

Don't only rhyme for niggas cos I live my life co-ed 

On the mic it's livin' breathin' hype 

A 1989 type Dolemite 

Cool motherfucker, word 

Call me The Ice...or just The Iceberg 

Charlie Jamm fucked a freak on a ski-lift 

10 below, gave her the dick 

It was cold and she said "Quit!" 

Charlie Jamm said "Bullshit!" 

She said "Oh, oh, oh my god!" 

Charlie's dick was frozen hard 

But she said she never felt it 

Maybe Charlie's dick melted 

Yes, I'm the rhyme kicker, the hard liquor 

Parental Guidance Sticker? Yeah, I'm the nigga 

Triple X is how I rate 

I'm the one your parents hate 

I'm as cold as cold can get 

Under pressure never sweat 

Cool motherfucker, word 

Call me The Ice...or just The Iceberg 

Out with the posse on a night run 

Girls on the corner, so let's have some fun 

Donald asked one if she was game 

Back Alley Sally was her name 

She moved on the car and moved fast 

On the window pressed her ass 

All at once we heard a crash 

Donald's dick had broke the glass 

Yes, I'm the big wheeler, the girl stealer 

And if we play cards don't let me be the dealer 

The Ice, cool as water, hard as stone 

The black mack of the microphone 

Talkin' shit the way I do 

Rhyme Pays, the posse grew 

Did you like Power? Word 

Well this is The Ice...or just The Iceberg