Correction Lyrics Head I.C.E vs. Arsonal by King of the Dot

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Turn the mic up - y’all hear me?
Yo, yo

I said, yo…
It’s a lot of Gs in Newark...nobody ever heard of K
They know of H
I J b*t*hes that never even heard of K
H, I, J...K? It’s all alphabet
You want the alpha? Bet!
Everything high to the sky
What’s not on the ground is out the bet
I catch K while he reachin’ for instant noodles in the supermarket
Kill him, then blend in wit’ the people runnin’ from the shooter in the supermarket, n***a
It’s “go HAM” season
K...meet K! ‘K!? That’s a Klan meetin’, n***a
I know y’all like, “I.C.E, why you keep callin’ him ‘K’ when his sh*t start wit’ a A?
You tryna city-slick us”
Nah, this L gon’ put a-
This loss gon’ put a L on that
‘Cause I don’t see him doin’ sh*t wit’ cats
I just see him takin’ sh*t from cats...you the kitty litter, n***a
Yeah, you used to the cool side of me
Forgettin’ my rap sheet is tools, robberies
I’m the one who made the last Jones swim in a pool of blood beside of me
You a b*t*h, and I’ll let everybody in purple know
Only reason y’all ain’t see this pu**y pregnant? ‘Cause you on birth control, n***a
Shotgun Suge told me to tell you...you lucky you his teammate
‘Cause ever since n***as went from abandoned buildings to makin’ some green made
One of his Grapes ain’t been actin’ like fine wine
They even tried to hide his well-deserved slice of his cheesecake
So him and Jai gon’ get the chip wit’ the All-Star, ‘cause the rest of his team fake, n***a
I should In Too Deep J. Reid this n***a
Make Surf pass him a gun and point at a random person and say, “Leave this n***a.”
But you a popular guy that got cop in yo’ eyes
I’m just waitin’ for that day I hear you yell...“Freeze”, my n***a
Yeah, freeze, my n***a: Sub-Zero
But outside of the grocery stores, I don’t even lie on one hero
That’s me, the Freddy Krueger dreamchaser
The limousine-racer
The one that’ll knock you out and use your pose as my screensaver, n***a
You know the rules!
I don’t smoke loud wit’ minors
Lose my child, I’ll find ya
And this bus driver uppercut gon’ have you and yo’ sneaks almost lookin’ like Jordan in the air: Harold Miner!
Yeah, I.C.E vers’ Ars’ - who knew that?
(I.C.E!) See?
Call home ‘cause I just gave my wolf two new straps
I told him if somebody in the crowd say, “Me!”, raze your crib
They already case where you live and how to get away off of Google Maps
Now fake killas know how real killas get down, ‘cause Organik and Avi about to YouTube that
I know you heard that rumor about Hoffa...suin’ O and them for lost wages
But did you hear the rumor that you, Charlie Clips, and Cortez is the ones helpin’ him wit’ the court papers!?
I knew you was a cop…
But seek and you shall find, ‘cause you leadin’ the blind
Those that C wit’ you can’t even see wit’ you
I’m just keepin’ it G, Ar’
Apes’ll peel a yellow down your back to show that flavor don’t even be wit’ you
That’s why a B wit’ you!
But let me chill, ‘fore n***as think I’m set-trippin’
But if you diss me and yell on yo’ set, you trippin’
‘Cause you ain’t no rider
You behind the driver wit’ yo’ cell phone, not a strap in your lap for the beef
That’s why Shotgun Suge the shooter and the driver
‘Cause he can’t rely on no partner like you in the passenger seat, n***a
I.C.E!

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