| Song | Soul On Ice |
| Artist | Ras Kass |
| Album | Soul On Ice |
| Intro： | |
| "soul" (echo) | |
| Hook： | |
| "soul on ice" | |
| Verse 1: | |
| I was told two wrongs don't make a right | |
| But three rights make a left | |
| Act your age not your color | |
| But i'd rather act darker | |
| Mark a page with mazes of labyrinth | |
| Fuck up a rhyme so bad | |
| I leave the microphone abstinent | |
| To mc or not to mc? | |
| Beyond b.e.t. and mtv exists me | |
| Origin | |
| Cause god created man and man created hip hop | |
| I declined to participate until i was orientated | |
| I heard 50,000 drivebys | |
| And 49,999 was lies | |
| No surprise, as the sun rises | |
| Thine eyes have seen the light | |
| But we stalk the night | |
| I expose like an overbite | |
| In limbo i lamp | |
| Rape the lady kill the tramp | |
| The wrong action for the motive | |
| So now | |
| Give me 50,000 black angry role models | |
| Take me to dc i'll throw the first fuckin' bottle | |
| Cause i don't give a fuck about a menial existence | |
| And i don't give a fuck about nonviolent resistance | |
| Civil right will not suffice | |
| In the name of jesus christ they got my soul on ice | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Walkin' on skulls cause i'm two steps ahead | |
| So i started at square three | |
| Now i'm cubed like o'shea jackson be | |
| Subzero catching fatalities to my spirituality | |
| Smoke like a chimney, drink like a kennedy | |
| Still no remedy | |
| Fuck shooting a fair one | |
| Cause open cuts from fuckin' some nigga up | |
| Can lead to contracting hiv positivity | |
| You never know who got traits of femininity | |
| What agwan, pussy wool blood clot | |
| And deal with the bullshit bodybot business faggot | |
| You play the villain | |
| There will be another soundbwoy killin' | |
| Benadryl pumps through my adrenaline | |
| Feelin' my raps weight | |
| I track heavy like tony dofat | |
| Hip hop is 2% milk but mostly no fat (phat) | |
| And most mcs ain't prepared | |
| So what i say goes over your head like pubic hair | |
| In 1999 (flip the script) | |
| Triple six | |
| One world government "novus ordo seclorum" | |
| Check your dead president | |
| Represented on the one dollar bill | |
| And if clinton was the answer it was a stupid question | |
| My soul's on ice | |
| Hook |
| Intro: | |
| " soul" echo | |
| Hook: | |
| " soul on ice" | |
| Verse 1: | |
| I was told two wrongs don' t make a right | |
| But three rights make a left | |
| Act your age not your color | |
| But i' d rather act darker | |
| Mark a page with mazes of labyrinth | |
| Fuck up a rhyme so bad | |
| I leave the microphone abstinent | |
| To mc or not to mc? | |
| Beyond b. e. t. and mtv exists me | |
| Origin | |
| Cause god created man and man created hip hop | |
| I declined to participate until i was orientated | |
| I heard 50, 000 drivebys | |
| And 49, 999 was lies | |
| No surprise, as the sun rises | |
| Thine eyes have seen the light | |
| But we stalk the night | |
| I expose like an overbite | |
| In limbo i lamp | |
| Rape the lady kill the tramp | |
| The wrong action for the motive | |
| So now | |
| Give me 50, 000 black angry role models | |
| Take me to dc i' ll throw the first fuckin' bottle | |
| Cause i don' t give a fuck about a menial existence | |
| And i don' t give a fuck about nonviolent resistance | |
| Civil right will not suffice | |
| In the name of jesus christ they got my soul on ice | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Walkin' on skulls cause i' m two steps ahead | |
| So i started at square three | |
| Now i' m cubed like o' shea jackson be | |
| Subzero catching fatalities to my spirituality | |
| Smoke like a chimney, drink like a kennedy | |
| Still no remedy | |
| Fuck shooting a fair one | |
| Cause open cuts from fuckin' some nigga up | |
| Can lead to contracting hiv positivity | |
| You never know who got traits of femininity | |
| What agwan, pussy wool blood clot | |
| And deal with the bullshit bodybot business faggot | |
| You play the villain | |
| There will be another soundbwoy killin' | |
| Benadryl pumps through my adrenaline | |
| Feelin' my raps weight | |
| I track heavy like tony dofat | |
| Hip hop is 2 milk but mostly no fat phat | |
| And most mcs ain' t prepared | |
| So what i say goes over your head like pubic hair | |
| In 1999 flip the script | |
| Triple six | |
| One world government " novus ordo seclorum" | |
| Check your dead president | |
| Represented on the one dollar bill | |
| And if clinton was the answer it was a stupid question | |
| My soul' s on ice | |
| Hook |