ICY (feat. Jon E Clayface)
The crew and the camp is distinguished
I'm leavin my stamp as a linguist
You want it, we got it, we'll bring it
Everyone out here rappers and singers
But they don't do work on the daily
And they aint that keen on the real me
But trust me as soon as you feel me
You cannot deny, the vibe is appealing
The higher we get we destroy
Got 50 G's I could deploy
But only keep two to my left
So when we cash the check, more to enjoy.
The darkest of nights feel the brightest
The lower the temp, i'm ignited
The older I get, the colder I get
You can feel the ICE in my writing
Glory to God in the highest
And peace to the weak ones on earth
Can't run up on me, i'm the pilot
Stay seated, one peep and you'll burn
Can't level with me, i'm the flyest
Frost bitten the seasons will turn
Subzero degrees and we whylin, ICE COLD
We ice, ice, ice cold.
Ice, ice, ice COLD.
We ice, ice, ice cold.
Ice, ice, ice COLD.
Hungry, mans gonna eat - YES
Man, me a preach
Man I got shells like beach
And im on a mans skin like bleach
Yah im on it like dogs in heat
Man must think that I just make beats
I'll make man lug it down streets
Man dont care about none of the geese
Them man there just follow like sheep
But me, man our on my team like woof that stealth
Can't see me pon da radar
Call me the gang man shells and deja
Man cant deny my team soon takeoff
Come with a gang and left the place trashed
Fully gang gang from the front the back
Quick team fuckup the place then dash
Big CLS man I get no cab
Glory to God in the highest
And peace to the weak ones on earth
Can't run up on me, i'm the pilot
Stay seated, one peep and you'll burn
Can't level with me, i'm the flyest
Frost bitten the seasons will turn
Subzero degrees and we whylin, ICE COLD
We ice, ice, ice cold
Ice, ice, ice COLD
We ice, ice, ice cold
Ice, ice, ice COLD
Glory to God in the highest
And peace to the weak ones on earth
Can't run up on me, i'm the pilot
Stay seated, one peep and you'll burn
Can't level with me, i'm the flyest
Frost bitten the seasons will turn
Subzero degrees and we whylin, ICE COLD
We ice, ice, ice cold
Ice, ice, ice COLD
We ice, ice, ice cold
Ice, ice, ice COLD
I'm leavin my stamp as a linguist
You want it, we got it, we'll bring it
Everyone out here rappers and singers
But they don't do work on the daily
And they aint that keen on the real me
But trust me as soon as you feel me
You cannot deny, the vibe is appealing
The higher we get we destroy
Got 50 G's I could deploy
But only keep two to my left
So when we cash the check, more to enjoy.
The darkest of nights feel the brightest
The lower the temp, i'm ignited
The older I get, the colder I get
You can feel the ICE in my writing
Glory to God in the highest
And peace to the weak ones on earth
Can't run up on me, i'm the pilot
Stay seated, one peep and you'll burn
Can't level with me, i'm the flyest
Frost bitten the seasons will turn
Subzero degrees and we whylin, ICE COLD
We ice, ice, ice cold.
Ice, ice, ice COLD.
We ice, ice, ice cold.
Ice, ice, ice COLD.
Hungry, mans gonna eat - YES
Man, me a preach
Man I got shells like beach
And im on a mans skin like bleach
Yah im on it like dogs in heat
Man must think that I just make beats
I'll make man lug it down streets
Man dont care about none of the geese
Them man there just follow like sheep
But me, man our on my team like woof that stealth
Can't see me pon da radar
Call me the gang man shells and deja
Man cant deny my team soon takeoff
Come with a gang and left the place trashed
Fully gang gang from the front the back
Quick team fuckup the place then dash
Big CLS man I get no cab
Glory to God in the highest
And peace to the weak ones on earth
Can't run up on me, i'm the pilot
Stay seated, one peep and you'll burn
Can't level with me, i'm the flyest
Frost bitten the seasons will turn
Subzero degrees and we whylin, ICE COLD
We ice, ice, ice cold
Ice, ice, ice COLD
We ice, ice, ice cold
Ice, ice, ice COLD
Glory to God in the highest
And peace to the weak ones on earth
Can't run up on me, i'm the pilot
Stay seated, one peep and you'll burn
Can't level with me, i'm the flyest
Frost bitten the seasons will turn
Subzero degrees and we whylin, ICE COLD
We ice, ice, ice cold
Ice, ice, ice COLD
We ice, ice, ice cold
Ice, ice, ice COLD
Credits
Writer(s): Giavanna Zannino Peppe
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