Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heartbeat, artist - Ice T. Album song The Complete Sire Albums 1987 - 1991, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: English
Heartbeat |
Once again, my friends, it’s time to rock it till the party ends |
Rhymin' with timin', while EVIL E lets the record spin |
Kickin' it, hittin', rockin', just so dope it’s shockin' |
Because I be layin' rhymes super sly, cause this is do or die |
Make it or break it, although most emcees do fake it |
I’ll say the ICE can’t take it, time to microphone bake it |
Raise the heatin' level, break out your coal shovel |
Pump the temp, I’m sweatin' like a devil |
Listen to my heartbeat, it’s beatin' like a wild man |
But that’s natural, cause you know that I am |
No punk, no chump, no fool, no toy |
Try to get ill and serve you, boy |
I’m on a hype tip, this ain’t no ego trip |
Just rollin' thick as hell, champagne I sip as well |
Listen and you’ll envision, this rap’s metabolism |
I think the beat is dope, but it’s still your decision |
Whether to turn it on, turn it off |
Turn it up, make it loud, make it soft |
EQ me with new frequencies or |
Just rewind me till the tape bleeds |
My heartbeat’s kickin' like a saturday movie |
Some say it’s def, some say it’s groovy |
I say it’s fly, you know why? |
Because it’s spoken by the brother, whose name is spent with the «I» |
The C-E-T., Cold Chillin' rhyme villain on the M-I-C |
With raps roarin', I’m never borin', I keep tourin' |
My record sales keep soarin' and soarin' |
I’ll make a million, maybe two |
Buy some rides, gold blow the dough on my crew |
Wake up the next morning broke as hell |
But not for long cause my records sell |
My heartbeat’s kickin' like a gun shot |
Why not? |
That's who I made it for, the hardrocks |
Better watch your gold when the posse breaks |
Because what they want is what they take |
But I’m coolin', I’m never foolin', too busy rulin' |
Sucker emcees who need microphone schoolin' |
Leave’em dazed, dogged, served and droolin' |
By the playin' punk slayin' mac of microphone duelin' |
Heartbeat (scratch freestyle) |
This conglomeration is just a demonstration |
Of rap’s penetration to the core of our nation |
Some rappers get down with toy commercial sounds |
I had my choice, I chose the underground |
Like me or hate me, now if you want you can rate me |
My beat is by ISLAM, the cut’s by the great E. |
My heartbeat is kickin', it’s kickin' louder and louder |
It’s gettin' deffer and deffer, I’m feelin' prouder and prouder |
Not robbin' or killin', just mic illin' |
The phone rings, «WE MADE ANOTHER MILLION» |
Break out the Dom and pop the corks |
Catch a flight to New York |
Hit the L.Q. |
watch RED spin, «IT'S CLOSED» |
Brooklyn strikes again |
Heartbeat (scratch) |
Once again, my friends, it’s time to rock it till the party ends |
Rhymin' with timin', while EVIL E lets the record spin |
Kickin' it, hittin', rockin', just so dope it’s shockin' |
Because I be layin' rhymes super sly, cause this is do or die |
Make it or break it, although most emcees do fake it |
I’ll say the ICE can’t take it, time to microphone bake it |
Raise the heatin' level, break out your coal shovel |
Pump the temp, I’m sweatin' like a devil |
Listen to my heartbeat, it’s beatin' like a wild man |
But that’s natural, cause you know that I am |
No punk, no chump, no fool, no toy |
Try to get ill and serve you |
Boy (fade out) |