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like soccer 
I’m on my own I ain’t fighting a soul
Straight to the top brought that shit from the flo
Heart been so cold that boy need a coat 
Michael

taking your life
Is the answer you looking for, breaking the ice
The cost is your soul and you paying the price
But shit, that's just a day in the life

floppy like a Disket
She don't want a nigga that be acting all sadistic

Si kama funa Bimmma(Beep, Beep)
She just wan' be right by my side (Aye,Yaye, yah,

so hard I swear to god
Somewhere the devil don't need no cause
Find a new place just to hang my head
Walk on thin ice you should lightly tread
But shit

Never knowing my own fears was you
No no no
Speeding in ah brand new car
Give me a golden star
Don't even own it
Picked it up cuz I feel sad
I don't even

to go oh yeah (oh yeah)
You ask why does it have to be
But some don’t want our souls to be set free
They just don’t want you to know babe 
That we are

Lets break the ice
For all those lonely nights
We let ignite to something nice
Forevers light
I'm searching for eternal
You're the one to make it

This that ice cold rhythm
This that motor city swingin'
This that new age Motown reincarnated
If ya ridin', hold on
Goin' hard going long
Reppin' 313

meaningless thieves will try to steal your soul
And now she don’t know meaningful from meaningless
Meaningful meaningless
Skin like leather heart like ice

can't call it
I'm a player not a ref, but my knowledge is solid
Navigate law and order, young soul feelin' older
Each passing cold shoulder, all sorts

From what I remember
I pay attention like a listener
Lied to
Diminish by the wicked minister
Enter the heart ice cold
Life of a sinister
400 years

Pretty lies
Just like that ice
What's on your mind baby
Just roll the dice
This game you playing with me risky
I'll snatch your soul
Then forget

to go... oh no!

Oh what a day!
I said I had to go
That time was low, and now you know
That something sickly seethes inside my soul
And burst out of a putrid

a model 
Don't got time for you pigeons
See females used to hate us 
We came up now they rate us 
Cause when I shoot 
My shot its money
Like Reggie

WHISKEY ON MY BREATH (JESUS ON HIS MIND)

He spent four days a week
With a bible in his hand
Leading up for Sunday morning 
Trying to save a soul

She’s a flesh consumer bedroom ruler 
she sells ice to a jeweller with a pistol tucked
Build 2 lines in 2 months now I don’t do much
The gal do too

I´m walking alone
Strangers of the night are watching me
An innocent life
Condemnation of my own beauty

Through the streets i run by
Nobody else is

dreaming its the afterlife,
I'm screaming in your ear do you even strife,
What do you think is wrong with me
Do you even see what I see
-
Ice freezing,

the
Grammy-winning rapper via Crow
Bar Entertainment soul on Ice, Ras' debut LP
Is just the beginning of a new legacy in rap
Music, a new chapter in West Coast hip-hop

grip the steering wheel driving by the ocean
She in the passenger putting on the lotion
SPF on the skin smooth with the motion
Cherry pie thighs thinking

and don't be vulnerable
Your thunder thighs bring raindrops
And lightning sparks when we touch, oh I can't stop
Only see you in my bed, that's the main spot

Crisis in Kirkby
My gin's only 30% proof
Crisis in Kirkby
It's going to the dogs
Crisis in Kirkby
They're charging 50p for the bogs

Down by the river it's

Tommy “The Touch” Wolf:
I was falling on The Black Ice
When I lost and found a better way
There’s a path we always walk on by
Keep going until you

Pretty lies, just like that ice
What's on your mind baby? Just roll the dice
This game you playing with me risky
I'll snatch your soul and forget