[Intro: Conseps & Patti]
The ice breaker
The ice breaker
The ice breaker
The ice breaker, yo

[Verse 1: Conseps & Patti]
No doubt, we comin’ out, this tape, you can hand it ‘round
Underground, shut your mouth, there’s no time for fuckin’ around
Take a backseat and listen in, witness this
Conseps, a lyricist, the beat diggers flippin’ this
Piece the puzzle of this unsolved mystery
It’s the daily hustle between happiness and misery
History has shown only the strong survivе
Sins ruled the world since thе beginning of time
Call me wrong if I’m liar but the truth’s distorted
Am I missin’ the point if the facts are reported
I’ll make my mind up myself and don’t let people tell me otherwise
Yeah, I make mistakes, you don’t (yo) know if you never try

[Verse 2: Conseps & Patti]
My mind’s manslaughter, fallen self soldier
Bein’ brainwashed while I’m tryna seek Noah
Drinks all around, fuck tryna stay sober
Drunk Casanova bangin’ doors like Jehovah
Knockin’ ‘em down, feet stompin’ the town
We could go round for round ‘til I’m boxin’ the ground
No original sounds, kiddies taggin’ along
Rap the same song with no idea of where it came from
Admit it, you did it, it’s just a fact that you [?]
We consider it idiot, ain’t nobody feelin’ it
Ain’t tryna be hearin’ it but you rappin’ delirious
If the curious fearin’ this and they take it too serious (uh)

[Verse 3: Conseps]
We know that you feelin’ this, the styles are superb
You go back on your word like playin’ tracks in reverse
Swervin’ off the burbs, smack down these nerds
The spirit’s in the system, my mind state’s disturbed
In surge with the urge, fracture and hurt
The spirits from the kitchen will capture my words
So act like you’ve heard of practice, rehearse
Curse in a burst, think spastic but worse
We drastic at first with a tactical verse
My style’s elastic, if you’re plastics, you’re burnt
Verses send you packing, back to your broken home
Patti breaks your neck, Conseps snaps your backbone

[Verse 4: Patti]
Rock up at shows, linin’ up ‘round the block
Takin’ back the street, cyphers in the parkin’ lots
Smoked out, whattup? Handshakes and hugs
Longnecks and drugs, insects and bugs
Runnin’ low on my funds and, plus, I’m feedin’ my lungs
Not believin’, I kept breathin’ and fiendin’ for buds
The addiction is self friction and morals are contradictions
Religion’s advice, freedom while makin’ decisions, I mean
At church, I was eighteen, with my knees scraping
Thinkin’ Jesus Christ oughta thank me
But now I’m older and colder, a little fatter and balder
To take away my sins, gotta drink the holy water