Artist: Fes Taylor f/ King Just, Leathafase Album: Taylor Made Song: I.C.U. Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Fes Taylor (King Just)] I.C.U. (eheheheheheh) Two 4 War The King back on the throne He sent his knight to strike [Fes Taylor] You want sixteen bars? I'd rather give 'em sixteen shots Snitch niggas try to get me not, it's a bomb threat Killah Hill Vietnam vet I played in front of the club, stunting, leaning on a vet You scheme, fuck it, then bust something, teach 'em respect When reaching for the tech, leave you bleeding to death See if you can reason with death, talk to the Grimreaper Blow you out your Timbs or your sneakers They say talking is cheap, well you beefing to rep Any little nigga, I put 50 g's on Hef I only battle veteran rappers, so sick When I spit, doc said take medicine after Fes so incredible at this, I rap .9 earthquakes That'll level the atlas Still Shaolin Stomp, move on 'em quick They stay Two 4 War, like the modern day Two Six They call me the Pro, hoes love the way that I flow Dough I made from a show, destined to blow like Hand grenades, shove it like kids that's made Play the blocks, I plan to get paid, like Rich and po', I'd rather be rich than poor Play it cool, summertime, pitchin' snow My wrist'll glow, you never seen this before So many different colored diamonds, mixed in gold Yellow and red, black and white Kinda look like a racial fight Alright, I'm like Mike, giving facial bites I'm a Wolf when I came through hype You afraid of the dark, scared of the dark My goons full of water and I ain't talking bout Poland Springs and Deer Park Put fear in they heart, tear 'em apart Like scubagear, wearing with sharks, wearing with sharks [Leathafase] Son, you straight bitching, never crime being pitched My burner is hot fish grease, blow in your face Explosive hollow tips, twisting skeleton with grace, make you post race And your heart do the jello geletin shake Baking two on coast sweaters, I inject the death threat Murderous musical melodies in your headseat Better yet disconnect the life support, zipped it from your frame I'm hot, so the blood boils in my vein Pop your top similar to a champagne bottle When I spit, feel the flames of an airplane's throttle Now I got your brains boggled, from my soundwaves blasting Eardrums are beating, while reading in close captioned Took you to the ghost in Pac-Man with a mac-ten Thirty two bullets in a clip when it's packed in Clashing with the titans, as I shatter your glass chin Or get your face cut up like a DJ on the backspin [Outro: King Just] Security breached, security breached Bomb threat, security breached, it's serious Bomb threat, short fuse, let's go, security breached Bomb threat...