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Artist:T Ice
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Album:O.G. Original Gangster
Track:Mind Over Matter
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
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Views:322
 
Lyrics:It's been a long while
Since I hit ya with freestyle
High tech selections

From the vaults of the Ice files
Kick back relax
And watch as I melt wax

Don't ever let a borther llike me
Ride a dope track
Cause once I hit it with the
vocltone
It's mine have motherfuckers
Rush'n to rewind
Cause I'll flow slow

And still twist your tongues up
Rock the house from night
Till the sun's up

Cause it relly ain't
How much you say
it's what you sy
I got no
fuckin' time on the mic
To play
I write rhymes
With addition and algebra

Mental geometry
Don't even come at me
Talk'n that weak and
Popin'
that bullshit
Get out my face
A fool could get his head split
A lot of
doubters
Said it couldn't be done by me
them same suckers
Are now lookin'
from under me
Wonder'n what i did
I didn't play myself kid
I respected my
faans
And made the high bid
Sometimes I write my rhymes
At night and fall
asleep
Wake up with new techniques
Grab the pen
And place it on some loose
leaf
Nothin' soft, always the tough meat
The white paper and
Blue lines
excite my mind
Not allow'n me to stop the rhyme
Until the whole motherfuckin'

Book's complete
Then I write on the
Back of the sheets
I maade
promise
To my brothers in street crime
We'd get paid with the use
Of a sweet
rhyme
We put our minds together
Made the tracks clever
Now we're checkin'

More bank than ever

CHORUS
Mind over matter

I can
drop rhymes in twos,
And threes and fours
nd still have much shit
Left for
encores
Cause once my mind locks
In on a dope idea
Mothercukin' ducks

Should stand clear
Cause I'm a hit the topic point blank
It's jail ya better
keep your shank
Cause I got mine
And I'm out on a solo creep
(Uggga!) Your
face hits the concrete
You wanna roll
With the niggas that don't play
I
think you got false courge
Get out my damn way
Cause the car I'm in
Is
rollin' full of men
No kids or boys, E got the Mac 10
Islam's got the Zulu Nation
back up
DJ Aladdin's who
Hooked the fuckin' track up
Syndicate's make'n the
move
With the ski masks
And I'm house'n the long cash
So now you realize

You underestimated the Ice
You thought that I was OK
But now you realize I'm
nice
But that's alright
Cause I knew I'd mke it in the end
Those who like me
now
Might not of liked me then
But I'm a keep impressin'
Stressin' my lesson

And keep motherfuckers guessin'
Armor plate my mind
With walls and shields

As I escape from the killing fields
Mind over matter

Wise up

Move the tempo of this hype groove
You know this shit is dope
So what you try'n to
prove
Vu's max as Evil E
My niggaa dogs the wax
My brain's a
handgrenade-catch
I'm a hit you with an over load
Of bottomless thought

Reversin' all the shit you're taught
Then throw words at you
Syl-la-ble-at-a-time

Your brain recites the rhyme
No matter what you do
The power's over you

when you sleep
You'll be say'n these rhymes too
Cause the brain has the power

To control all
Think positive
You'll be unable to fall
Brain cells
swell
Thought process becomes a trance
Makes you feel posessed to dance
I'll
say I want a million
My mind is so deep
I'll be bustin' a check for it next week


CHORUS
 
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