[Lyric] Ice Breaker Classic Original Serious Mix (Brass Tacks (Canada))

[Verse 1]
Siren sound, the warnin' bells of hell
Shots pop, block locks, yo turf remains still
Production of chipped up white rocks stopped
Because cops drive blocks, [?] of niggas crops
Way through the alley directly 'cause we got
5 directions, Star Point Tactics
Winter weather brings on, cold blooded thoughts
Black [?] with opposin' niggas with [?]
Outside clubs, at least 4 [?]
We pack leather jackets, always wanna flex on top
But now on the scene, here come Brass Tacks
Your block gets popped, these niggas know about
Blocks and sting rocks, get fat jobs, beat the stock
Fuck a pussy with my man [?]
So who the fuck is you referrin' to?
Fail to realize, Tacks men will get you
Never forget to, pour a little out for my niggas
Who ain't walked past [?]
Time to move straight, serious young men on movement
Situation's serious, legendary Brass Tacks, an Ice Breakin' Classic
[Verse 2]
Half shine moonbeams and planets, city, soul rebel
Red light sweeps at twilight
The capitol street lanes spotlight, [?]
And emanates the [?], who [?]
Penetratin' vertex deals with respect
And every single aspect, iron sharpens
Zion projects, we say them blast
But our governments snakes play rampant
We cheer for enchantment, profiles [?]
Emotions erratic, maintain through traffic
Ice Breaker Classic
Truth is, orphans sound the trumpet
Tacks advance through 5 men outfit
Shadows endin' drunken silence

[Verse 3]
Yo, plan your escape from prison
Come down the wall, your call, your decision
A maniac's mission, the fuck with the cube in your prism
Dictates the rhythm in the system
5 point gang style, low noise profile
Controls the man with a smile
But when the man fell and his body began to smell
It's 15 for who in the cell
A nigga made a culture, we like food for these vultures
So if they don't wet ya, they'll insult ya
For you to lie about the truth, adults outta use
Hear my talkin', see your way through
It's guidance forever, all Brass men reign clever
Fragment the world for the pleasure
A shock last measure, a star point potion
A Wall & Steel quotient, moves you like motion
Vision, if you live as in flame keep drinkin'
Heads full of clouds at the altitude stinkin'
Third eye's lookin' at the money drain winkin'
[?] Brass is Ice Breakin', know what I'm sayin'
[Verse 4]
Cycles of Star Point diction, eradicate the fiction
Engraved on the minds of the ignorant who listen
The media play neglectin' what they know from within
And wonderin' why their skin is blistenin'
With live liquid leakin' out every pore, torture intense
[?] sense
We manipulate keys to break locks and bless
The end direct from oblivion
Blasted slug locked on [?] bloods, [?] molasses
Watchin' us in torn ice in this cipher alive
'Cause the vision's been rayed by corruption
Suffice to say, real niggas represent the minimum value
Brass carries on [?], so what have you?
Tacks men reign extends unlimited
Maintains and expands unlimited
Our direction is stellar and [?]
Therefor we eliminated every varier
Placed by the high council while simultaneously cancel
Inside we bate as we stand still (Stand still...)