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Mic Contract
773
Hip-Hop/Rap
Mic Contract was released on May 14, 1991 by Rhino/Warner Records as a part of the album O.G. Original Gangster
album cover
Release DateMay 14, 1991
LabelRhino/Warner Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM111

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ice T
Ice T
Performer
DJ Evil E The Great
DJ Evil E The Great
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alphonso Henderson
Alphonso Henderson
Composer
Tracy Marrow
Tracy Marrow
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ice T
Ice T
Producer
Vachik The Terrorist
Vachik The Terrorist
Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer
DJ Aladdin
DJ Aladdin
Producer
SLJ
SLJ
Producer
Batte
Batte
Recording Engineer
Dennis (Deaf P) Parker
Dennis (Deaf P) Parker
Recording Engineer
Steve Battman
Steve Battman
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Brainstorm, microphone napalm
This is it, words from a time bomb
Attack speed as fast as an F15
Raise the heat, light the gasoline
Overload, it might cause a blackout
Dead end, there's no chance to back out
Hit the tripwire, duck from the gunfire
Broken glass, screechin' car tires
[Verse 2]
Bodies hit the deck as I commence to wreck
Eject another clip and drip sweat
Face of danger, increasin' anger
Point blank, I smoke another stranger
Grip the mic tight, I see the brake light
Hit the back door, I lay down cross the floor
E's on the wheels, he make the rubber squeal
Blood's on my gear from caps I've peeled
About a block away I sit up and look back
It wasn't nothin' but a microphone contract
[Verse 3]
Dressed in black, I stalk my prey
Parabellum in a leather attache
Low tones I speak, I speak to few
Just give me the money and who the fuck to do
Four blocks away, my aim's clean
Night scope on a silenced carbine
Place my cross hairs on my vic's eye
Squeeze the trigger, watch the brains fly
[Verse 4]
Violent, yeah, you could call me that
Insane, you're on the right track
But turn the sounds up so I can stay amped
Do another crew and break camp
The only way I sleep is in a cold sweat
You say I'm crazy, you ain't seen shit yet
'Cause I live to kill and kill for fun
The microphone, it goes off like a handgun
It's gon' down now, grab your girl, hops
No excuses when the bodies begin to drop
Look in my face, fool, it look like I'm playin'
Don't become another victim of mic slayin'
[Verse 5]
What's up, you want your feet in some concrete
I got some brothers that'll do you for your gold teeth
But most the times I move, I move alone
Take a bat and break your motherfuckin' dome
Shoot you dead in the face with a sawed off
A hundred ten degrees, Ice don't get soft
'Cause I'm hard as they come, I come correct
You can't handle the vandal, hit eject
[Verse 6]
If not, you better get out my face, sucker
Or else you better be a good bullet ducker
'Cause I'ma rip shop till that ass drop
Five oh, Ice, yo, fuck the damn cop
'Cause I move hard and cold with a gangster stroll
Five thousand dollar suits and fly gold
Rolex, you can't fit no more diamonds on it
Pinky ring worth a house if I decide to pawn it
What's up now, chuck, you're startin' to choke up
You try to move on the Ice, you'll get broke up
[Verse 7]
Midnight, time for a homicide
Showtime, somebody's gonna die
E hits the switch and thousands of volts connect
With the weapon that's in my fist
I see a sucker in the third row tryin' to riff
A paragraph and a half and he's stiff
I start bustin' off barrages ear high
Mothers grab for their children, tears fly
[Verse 8]
I'm like a psycho when the microphone's on
Speakers blown, mind gone
I can't be touched once my lyrics begin to fly
Simple stage radiation could make you die
You got a problem, ****, you think your rep's bigger
Hold your had right there while I squeeze the trigger
'Cause I'm a crazy motherfucker, that's no joke
My favorite smell is the aroma of gun smoke
[Verse 9]
I'm bustin' off another lyrical nightmare
Parents hate the Ice, you think that I care
Well, I don't give a fuck 'cause I rhyme tough
Drop science, still bust the ill stuff
So now it's time for crime and the rhyme is mine
Track the movement and hide from the punchline
I rhyme with fitness, microphone quickness
The assassinator, stay off the shit list
Written by: DJ Aladdin, Ice-T
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