Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Ice Baby

Ice Ice Baby

All right stop, Collaborate and listen
Mike is back with my brand new addition
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Then I flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will the steelhead ever stop? Yo - I don't know
He turns on the lights and the steelhead goes
To the extreme I rock the fly like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax the guides with a candle.

Dance, Bum rush the fly rod goes booms
The cold just killed my Echo like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, when I play a dope steelhead
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it, You better not get way
You better hit bull's eye, This kid don't play
If there is a steelie, Yo, I'll catch it
Check out the hook while my Big Game revolves it

Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby

Now that the steelhead is jumping
With the cold kicked in, the fly rod pumpin'
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
This steelhead is hot like a pound of bacon
Burning me, he’s quick and nimble
He goes crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a high jump with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin' with my 909
With my beanie on top so my head does not get cold
The moldy silvers on standby, Waving just to say Hi
Did you stop? No - I just swung by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
That river was dead

Yo - so I continued to riverfront Ave.
It was so cold the girls were wearing more than bikinis
Steelhead lovers driving less than Lamborghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
Andy with a eight and me with a nine
Reading for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill because they're so full of "Eight Ball"
Gunshots ranged out like a bell
I grabbed my nine - All I heard were shells
Falling on the ice real fast
Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper the avenue's packed
I'm trying to get away before the snow comes back
Fish and Game on the scene, You know what I mean
They passed me up, confronted all the snagging fiends
If there was a steelhead, You, I'll catch it
Check out the hook while my Big Game revolves it

Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby

Take heed, 'cause I'm copying a lyrical poet
Andy Simons on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My river, that created all the reel sounds
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style's like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed, This is a stupid concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Andy plays with the blade, slices the steelhead like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast, Other say, "damn"
If the tug is a drug, I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the steel while it kick in the juice
If there is a steelhead, Yo - I'll catch it!
Check out the hook while the Big Game revolves it.

Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby

Yo man - Let's get out of here! Word to Andy’s hot mother!

Ice Ice Baby Too cold, Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold


FoulHooked said...

now that's just incredible

bobby savoy said...

you need meds, man? cos i know a guy.

Steelie Mike said...

Oh I am on good meds!

Double Haul said...

Pure lyricist, mang. Props.

k8 said...

Steelie you are a lyrical gangsta, I love it.

G_Smolt said...



Now all you need is a blinged-out reel wif spinnerz on the backplate, a pimp-cup, and a grille.

MC Steelie.