Cold Like Ice - ACEBA

All right stop, collaborate and listen Ice is back I got a brand new invention Something grabs a hold of me tightly Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly Will it ever stop? yo-i don't know Now turn off the lights (huh) and I'll glow And to the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle Too cold, too cold Too cold, too cold Too cold, too cold Too cold But you be talkin' that shit Dance, bum rush the speaker that booms I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom Deadly, now as I play a dope melody Anything less than the best is a felony Love it or leave it, you better gain way You better hit the bull's eye, the kid don't play And if there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it Check out the hook while my dj revolves it Ice ice baby, ice ice baby Ice ice baby, ice ice baby Take heed, 'cause I'm a lyrical poet Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it My town, that created all the bass sound Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground 'Cause my style is like a chemical spill Feasible rhymes you can vision and feel Conducted and formed, this is a hell of a concept We make it hype and know you wanna step with this Swamp plays on the fade, slice like a ninja Cut like a razor blade so fast, other dj's say "damn" If rhyme was a drug, you know I'd sell it by the gram Keep my composure when it's time to get loose Magnetized by the mic and when I kick my juice And if there was a problem, you know that I would solve it Check out the hook while my dj revolves it. Ice ice baby (throw your hands in the air, let me know you're out there) Ice ice baby, ice ice baby (throw your hands in the air, let me know you're out there) Ice ice baby, too fucin' cold Too cold, too cold, too cold, too cold Ice ice baby Too cold, too cold Ice ice baby Too cold, too cold Ice ice baby Too cold, too cold Ice ice baby Too cold, too cold

Yo we are back And again, we gonna kill this track Everyone says, our grind is unreal Mandem, we are moving mad But bro, we are just getting started Get ready for the next ting to come Our future is looking crazy But never can we have us getting lazy Ready or not I'm here and I've come to stay I pray the lord to bless my way From this day Good energy Come my way I won't care what they say or don't Yes of course Fore' I leave this place I'm gonna win this race No disgrace (Know this grace) Man's life has been on slow mode Now I know why he needed that Felt lost so he went on ghost mode He thought he could live with that Man's dedicated to drill Just for him to make it uphill Ain't wasting time, lines, rimes He just wanna make them hunnas shine Now I'm back to the basics Life's getting real, I need to face it I'm gone still give God what is his But Caesar things, I might take it Been real, a skengman, since early Too real I never faked it Now my dough is always ready So I just wake up and bake it The fact that I really ain't got this cash Got man doing this jungle dash While I'm bagging this coin left and right I see monsters at my back Why they chasing me? They gonna make man turn to the Witcher or Jack I just let them be I see opps in the way so I got to look out Now I'm aiming for the moon right now The whole gang, stars right now We ain't going back down there Cause we the highest in the room right now Ain't no way that we are going back Down to the bottom I swear, man we've left that pit Heard it's getting to cold outside Bitch I'm on the loose I'm making them groove I'm making them move I'm making them dollars, hopefully soon We bringing out hits, and they really hit Yes we gonna kill this shit I get that position we both have a mission TR and Aceba yo this is tradition Let's go man we have the condition We both have ambition Yo this is a limited edition Ready or not I'm here and I've come to stay I pray the lord to bless my way From this day Good energy Come my way I won't care what they say or don't Yes of course Fore' I leave this place I'm gonna win this race No disgrace (Know this grace) Man's life has been on slow mode Now I know why he needed that Felt lost so he went on ghost mode He thought he could live with that Man's dedicated to drill Just for him to make it uphill Ain't wasting time, lines, rimes, He just wanna make them hunnas shine

Who says a producer can't rap I tell you I would destroy them no cap I am one of a kind I'm staying sturdy on my grind Who woulda thought, life's hard But fuck it, like I did your mom Who woulda thought, my dicks hard I'm sorry but I didn't cum One of a kind, yeah that's me All day long I'm planning my future I start to think, and then I sink In the paper like I was ink When I'm writing I'm trapped between lines I escape when I finish the rhyme I am not a businessman But listen, I'm the business man I'm riding a rolls Royce phantom Under my front seat always a handgun Who needs a bodyguard, or a front yard, The only thing I need is a fucking sweetheart I'm running number one in the charts like Forest Gump I'm getting richer than the son of Donald Trump I'm getting more pussys on accident Than y 'all are getting on purpose Hold on, hold on, hold on Now's my turn to go straight on Yes I know, consistency is key But I've been to inconsistent with my g's Planning to get famous for all the haters I'm so indecisive with my beats Got my bro producing them for me Got my bro producing them for me The progress to success is feeling slow, yes But I know it's coming from its own, yes Everybody's having high and lows, huh And everybody tryna get high when they're low Fly like you're high, and never ever say goodbye till you die High when they're low, fly like youre high And never ever say goodbye till you die One Chance Only take one time Try to play then you know you get lined Seen some shit I don't want to die, remind I was lost in time I was stuck in ways How You say that the struggle is a phase, how When you living life it's a maze, nah When you living life it's a maze, huh Ain't on gang shit Yeah that's that lame shit If you don't respect me there's the Exit I did this shit like Lucii Leanin out my Rolls Royce ghost like whos he? Everyone's rapping about knives it's cool g Mask on my face got me looking all spooky Everyone's rapping about knives it's cool g Mask on my face got me looking all spooky One of a kind, yeah that's me All day long I'm planning my future I start to think, and then I sink In the paper like I was ink When I'm writing I'm trapped between lines I escape when I finish the rhyme I am not a businessman But listen, I'm the business man I'm riding a rolls Royce phantom Under my front seat always a handgun Who needs a bodyguard, or a front yard, The only thing I need is a fucking sweetheart I'm running number one in the charts like Forest Gump I'm getting richer than the son of Donald Trump I'm getting more pussys on accident Than y 'all are getting on purpose