The Ice Breaker

Lyrics

[Intro: Conseps & Patti] The ice breaker The ice breaker The ice breaker The ice breaker, yo [Verse 1: Conseps & Patti] No doubt, we comin' out, this tape, you can hand it 'round Underground, shut your mouth, there's no time for fuckin' around Take a backseat and listen in, witness this Conseps, a lyricist, the beat diggers flippin' this Piece the puzzle of this unsolved mystery It's the daily hustle between happiness and misery History has shown only the strong survivе Sins ruled the world since thе beginning of time Call me wrong if I'm liar but the truth's distorted Am I missin' the point if the facts are reported I'll make my mind up myself and don't let people tell me otherwise Yeah, I make mistakes, you don't (yo) know if you never try [Verse 2: Conseps & Patti] My mind's manslaughter, fallen self soldier Bein' brainwashed while I'm tryna seek Noah Drinks all around, fuck tryna stay sober Drunk Casanova bangin' doors like Jehovah Knockin' 'em down, feet stompin' the town We could go round for round 'til I'm boxin' the ground No original sounds, kiddies taggin' along Rap the same song with no idea of where it came from Admit it, you did it, it's just a fact that you [?] We consider it idiot, ain't nobody feelin' it Ain't tryna be hearin' it but you rappin' delirious If the curious fearin' this and they take it too serious (uh) [Verse 3: Conseps] We know that you feelin' this, the styles are superb You go back on your word like playin' tracks in reverse Swervin' off the burbs, smack down these nerds The spirit's in the system, my mind state's disturbed In surge with the urge, fracture and hurt The spirits from the kitchen will capture my words So act like you've heard of practice, rehearse Curse in a burst, think spastic but worse We drastic at first with a tactical verse My style's elastic, if you're plastics, you're burnt Verses send you packing, back to your broken home Patti breaks your neck, Conseps snaps your backbone [Verse 4: Patti] Rock up at shows, linin' up 'round the block Takin' back the street, cyphers in the parkin' lots Smoked out, whattup? Handshakes and hugs Longnecks and drugs, insects and bugs Runnin' low on my funds and, plus, I'm feedin' my lungs Not believin', I kept breathin' and fiendin' for buds The addiction is self friction and morals are contradictions Religion's advice, freedom while makin' decisions, I mean At church, I was eighteen, with my knees scraping Thinkin' Jesus Christ oughta thank me But now I'm older and colder, a little fatter and balder To take away my sins, gotta drink the holy water