The Iceberg Lyrics

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 an' let your a*s 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 an' guns? We got bombs, kid
Blow up your whole block, ya hear the gunshots
Throw you in the Syndicate cellar an' let your body rot

'Cos I'm the coldest motherf**ker that you ever heard
Call me The Ice or just The Iceberg

Evil E was out coolin' with a freak one night
f**ked the bitch with a flashlight
Pulled it out an' left the batteries in
So he could get a charge when he begin

Used his d**k, 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
An' yes, I'm a pimp an' a player an' a hustler
An' kinda a mack an' 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 Dolomite
Cool motherf**ker, word
Call me The Ice or just The Iceberg

Charlie Jamm f**ked a freak on a ski-lift
10 below, gave her the d**k
It was cold an' she said, "Quit"
Charlie Jamm said, "Bullshit"

She said "Oh, oh, oh my god"
Charlie's d**k was frozen hard
But she said she never felt it
Maybe Charlie's d**k 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 motherf**ker, 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 an' moved fast
On the window pressed her a*s
All at once we heard a crash
Donald's d**k had broke the gla*s

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

Ice-T - Freedom of Speech

Oct 1989

1. Shut up, Be Happy
2. The Iceberg
3. Lethal Weapon
4. You Played Yourself
5. Peel Their Caps Back
6. The Girl Tried to Kill Me
7. Black 'N' Decker
8. Hit the Deck
9. This One's for Me
10. The Hunted Child
11. What Ya Wanna Do?
12. Freedom of Speech
13. My Word Is Bond