Ice be kickin it oude genever
So hot in here feel like I got a fever
gittin buck wild make otha rappas look like Leave It To Beavers
while my Lemond roll past they hoopty-ass beaters…

The Belgianest of Birthdays Pt. II

That's right, I still spittin
for Mama Doc Ice on a mission
and no I'm not quittin
'cause you know I ain't be $hittin

If I had needles I'd be knittin
a pair a Flanders Lion mittens
Atomic Grrrls is Vanderkittens
an' that's all that I got writtens...

The Belgianest of Birthdays

Mama Doc in the house, an' now we gonna celebrate her
when it comes to rappin she's the tops, that's why I'm gonna elevate her
Ice got the chops to drop these props, can't pass him with an elevator

Doc ain't wearin a birthday suit 'cause that would mean she nekkid
but give her a skinsuit and a mic and you got yo'self a rekkid...

Blaze Battle 5.x

Breakadawn it? Playa, you can’t even Tony Orlando and Dawn it
in your attempt to match wits with me
By the time you find your next rhyme
I’ll be well into my seventies

While I’m at the gym getting stronger and building speed
you on your phone punchin slams ‘bout imaginary jewelry
Got nothing real to say cause you know I’m high quality
Try to deny but you know it’s a lie--that’s why you tight sweatin me

Blaze Battle 5.x

I rap mach speed, I’m supersonic
I be sippin my T&T while you still memorizing the lines to Jam On it
That fake Gucci watch ya may as well go ahead and pawn it
Cause this rap battle is timeless and I can breakadawn it

You think that you dissin me by callin me a donkey
But all you did was prove that you a white bread honky

Fool, that ain’t no slam; Eeyore’s hella cool
So’s C. Robin, Piglet and my whole hundred-acre crew
We snack on honey, we hunt heffalumps
and we spit jams ‘bout a joker claimin’ to do the humpity-hump
with trophy girls on the podium after racin to win
when we all know he ride bout as well as a fish swim without fins

Campari, Cristal, Sierra, and Shiner Bock
Even with a bday hangover, Britney Gears still rocks
the mic all night, mad tight, into the day
while poor Ice can’t hardly get outta his own way

My name’s ICE y HOT
and I fly like a meteor
My heat equates your defeat,
leave ya in the dirt like a petite Eyore

It’s gonna take more than your hobo army
to take me down
I got my Atomic Girlz backing me up
and they don’t mess around

Ice is nice as spice
when the party be jumpin
but when the gatts start clackin
there’s backup—Jangly McSumpin…

A bday shout-out from the man himself: Ice
Props like that show it’s not just you’re a$$ that’s nice
Tho I-95 is keeping your pulled pork at bay
I hope you’re getting to chill some and play some on this fine weekend day

B. Gears in da house, It’s her birfday
They gonna haveta rename it Dopest Chick Rappa in Da Erf Day
Cause the slickest MCs she can slay
While cruising 54-10 on her no-horse Bianchi sleigh

I’m up Broadway way rockin out wit Macbeth
Lookin so fine I bring Banquo back from death