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Mic Contract
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Metal
Mic Contract was released on November 22, 2024 by Century Media as a part of the album Merciless
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Release DateNovember 22, 2024
LabelCentury Media
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM120

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ernie.C
Ernie.C
Lead Guitar
Ice T
Ice T
Vocals
Jose Mangin
Jose Mangin
Additional Vocals
Juan of the Dead
Juan of the Dead
Guitar
Little Ice
Little Ice
Background Vocals
Matt Guglielmo
Matt Guglielmo
Drums
Sean E Sean
Sean E Sean
Sampler
Vincent Price
Vincent Price
Mellotron
Will Putney
Will Putney
Guitar
ill Will
ill Will
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alphonso Henderson
Alphonso Henderson
Composer
Tracy Marrow
Tracy Marrow
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ice T
Ice T
Producer
Will Putney
Will Putney
Producer
Kyle Black
Kyle Black
Additional Engineer
Steve Wright
Steve Wright
Additional Engineer
Vincent Dennis
Vincent Dennis
Additional Engineer
Vincent Price
Vincent Price
Producer

Lyrics

I gotta get in the cut
Goin’ in
Yeah
Brainstorm microphone napalm
This is it words from a timebomb
Attack speed as fast as an F-15
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
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 lights
Hit the back door, lay down cross the floor
E's on the wheels he makes 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 nuttin' but a microphone contract
Wasn't nuttin' but a microphone contract
Contract
Dressed in black I stalk my prey
Parabellum in a leather attaché
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 silence carbine
Place my crosshairs on my vic's eye
Squeeze the trigger, watch the brains fly
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 think I'm crazy? You ain't seen shit yet
'Cause I love to kill and kill for fun
The microphone that goes off like a handgun
It's goin' down now, grab your girl hops
No excuses when the bodies begin to drop
Look at my face fool, it looks like I'm playin'?
Don't become another victim of mic slayin'
Contract
I want
My mutha
Fuckin'
Money
Contract
What's up, you want your feet in some concrete?
I got some brothers that'll do you for gold teeth
But most the time I move, I move alone
Take a bat, break your muthafuckin' 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
If not you better get out my face, sucka
Or else you better be a good bullet ducker
'Cause I'm a rip shop till that ass drops
Five-O Ice!
Yo fuck a damn cop
'Cause I move hard and cold with a gangster stroll
Five thousand dollar suit 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 punk, you start to choke up
You try to move on the Ice you'll get broke up
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 sucka 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
I'm like a psycho in the microphone zone
Speakers blown
Mind gone
I can't be touched once my lyrics begin to fly
Simple stage radiation could make ya die
Ya got a problem ****? You think your rep's bigger?
Hold your heard right there while I squeeze the trigger
'Cause I'm a crazy muthafucka that's no joke
My favorite smell is the aroma of gunsmoke
I'm bustin' off another lyrical nightmare
Parents hate the Ice, you think that I care?
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 quickness
Microphone fitness
The assassinator
Stay off the shit list
Written by: DJ Aladdin, Ice-T
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