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Where's Ice Kid At

[Verse 1: Ice Kid]

Stop dat, start dat, get dat, what?

Step back or get your headback popped

Top spot, I never left that slot

All I wanna do is get cheques and floss

Gyal love me like drugs, sex and rock

Amp and get a red top like West Ham's squad

Narcissistic, with a flow so artistic

I could have been the next Van Gogh

You ain't on the flex man's on

My gang won't pet to let straps buss

I be on job tryna get that gwop

I don't give a fuck about where man's from

Wanna see me down so I get back up

You're on the other side like a left hand drop

Man with the method but I ain't Redman's don

Hands on

Put me up against 10 man strong

Feel like I be the greatest of all time

You ain't in my range or my foresight

I stay away from the pork rind

I'm just tryna get paid like a court fine

And I'mma spray like a Aug Steyr

Till you see me in the bay by the pool side

More time I be taking a full hike

With a bag of bars, I've been making them all night

All right, stick to the script, please

Wanna see me skitz like I did E

Big dreams since I was 16

Ich ni's got 'em intrigued cuh we're in deep

Level I'm on, just ain't in reach

Got ya bitch whipped like a 6 speed

Grim beats, but I ain't Kid D

And I'm on a level that's way ahead of you century

[Hook 1: Ice Kid]

Where's Ice Kid at?

Man, I got bars like Rikers Island has

Try relax? I ain't got time for that

You best jump on ya bike and cycle back

Too much heat for your pyro stat

Idle camps try rival man

Hype's a wrap

You'll get spun like a gyro graph when I jump on the riddim and I kill 'em in a title match

Where's Ice Kid at?

Man, I got bars like Rikers Island has

Try relax? I ain't got time for that

You best jump on ya bike and cycle back

Too much heat for your pyro stat

Idle camps try rival man

Hype's a wrap

You'll get spun like a gyro graph when I jump on the riddim and I kill 'em in a title match

[Verse 2: Chip]

Stop dat, start dat, you man are pants

Swing with who? You on bants?

Diss tracks on the net, fam

Is not how man learnt how to clash

Sick and I'll prove it, fam

Come on, come on, what? Let's do this, fam

Tryna prove you're a goon by what? Doing music, man?

You ain't gonna shoot me, fam

Me and Ice could've posted a pic

Said fuck that, music first, come, we go

Cuh man are from the era where you couldn't be wack and blow

So if my man's wack, let's go

Swing me off the track? Heck no

With words and flows, if I let go, you'll get loads

Music changed my life in so many ways

It brought me friends and foes

See me and I ain't with my crew before

I see you, I'm still on my bloodclart toes

Jealousy and envy I know 'bout the roads

And man wanna take my life, cuh I'm cold and

Mi no care about radio tracks

Right now I just want Fuck Radio back

Get these MCs living off gas in one room, two mics (What you sayin'?)

Then we'll see who's wack

Cuh if man wanna play then it's game on, fam

Johnny Storm when I flame on man

In a league of my own since Whatever Da Weather times

You can't rain on man

Back now, like it or lump it

Man have got the hard food, dumplings

He's not a spitter, I'll lunch him, lines, punch him

No homo when I munch him (Bluku Bye Bye)

[Hook 2: Chip]

Yo, where's Ice Kid at?

You ain't gotta ask man, he's sounding back

Since "Fire Alie", man are fire on tracks

Wanna fire at man, man are firing back

Man are sick with it, lyrics on terrific

Switch it, man ain't genre-specific

Vibes? Man bring it, the way I spaz on riddims

Man's all in the booth twitching

Yo, where's Ice Kid at?

You ain't gotta ask man, he's sounding back

Since "Fire Alie", man are fire on tracks

Wanna fire at man, man are firing back

Man are sick with it, lyrics on terrific

Switch it, man ain't genre-specific

Vibes? Man bring it, the way I spaz on riddims

Man's all in the booth twitching

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