| Singer | ICE |
| Music | B-8EIGHT |
Verse 1:
Been fightin all my life luk now i hit the 24th round/
tacklin' obstacles lyk them players in the soccor ground/
reachin fo' the goal no regret even if i fall down/
so wat imma stand up & bounce right back "pow"/
stone cold rhyme it aint accident dat it sound tuff/"loud"/
waves comin outta dis mouth/ made by tongue/ u be lyk "wow"/
bow down/ to our wellwishers we'll make u proud/
u're the reason fo our presence u made us who we are now/
& talkin abt me well mah name is 'Ice'or cal me 'Samden'/
chinky guy wid open heart honest wid every sen-tence/
i made/aint nobody knew me back den/when/
i first started/dis game wid a pad & a pen/
jottin' own lyrics & reachin' for the friends/
to hear it/& yea dat how mah journey began/
finally on the lime light afta' all those struggle/
works dat' we put in & all those yrs we hustled//
Verse 2:
Now i Close ma eyes & try to visualize mah life i hab in dis page/
im ingaged in dis rap game /bt back then /
i was kid shootin' fo stars strivin' to grab it/
n days passes by,collabin wid different artist/
im on dis stage/been through lotta struggle,been hated/
& motivated/& luk at me now yea im on mah right state/
lyk a bright day/no mo nightmare/luk mah sight's clear/
im grown man now, & if u love muzic/
then respect every artist/
cuz they work so hard on their shits/
tryin not to let it be a garbaze/
& dats wat im doin'/reppin' ktm city,7 yrs of rappin/
still im on mah learnin process/
i aint perfect & i neva claim to be dese lyrics i spited/
is frm mah heart,& imma kip on spillin it/
thru dis microphn in form of wave/so u'll be hearin it/
lotta' people deze days/hate to love n love to hate/ are u feelin me??//
Verse 3:
I said lotta people deze days hate to love & love to hate/
things jus aint the same since the day dat i came fo it/
no gimmic, admit it, errbbody bz on pullin other's leg/
if u feel me i stay real wid u or else get outta here/
wat i do is fo mah team n i love rhy-min/
flow soo tight nid no metronome so into ti-min/
i aint the type of guy to hold grudges lemme re-mind-it/
bt deze fists of five get cold sumtym lyk temprature de-cli-nin/
neva under pressure, i keep the presssure under me/
survival of the fittest neva let dose critics swallow me/
show it to me if u think u're betta dan me homie/
u nid patience fo the long game do it intelligently/
obsession of the music got me here every genre i follow/
widout it im hollow/ invisible,lost with in the crowd /So/
deze are mah words/through dis mic receivers with light reverb/
kickin ur eardrums/u heard!!/
Been fightin all my life luk now i hit the 24th round/
tacklin' obstacles lyk them players in the soccor ground/
reachin fo' the goal no regret even if i fall down/
so wat imma stand up & bounce right back "pow"/
stone cold rhyme it aint accident dat it sound tuff/"loud"/
waves comin outta dis mouth/ made by tongue/ u be lyk "wow"/
bow down/ to our wellwishers we'll make u proud/
u're the reason fo our presence u made us who we are now/
& talkin abt me well mah name is 'Ice'or cal me 'Samden'/
chinky guy wid open heart honest wid every sen-tence/
i made/aint nobody knew me back den/when/
i first started/dis game wid a pad & a pen/
jottin' own lyrics & reachin' for the friends/
to hear it/& yea dat how mah journey began/
finally on the lime light afta' all those struggle/
works dat' we put in & all those yrs we hustled//
Verse 2:
Now i Close ma eyes & try to visualize mah life i hab in dis page/
im ingaged in dis rap game /bt back then /
i was kid shootin' fo stars strivin' to grab it/
n days passes by,collabin wid different artist/
im on dis stage/been through lotta struggle,been hated/
& motivated/& luk at me now yea im on mah right state/
lyk a bright day/no mo nightmare/luk mah sight's clear/
im grown man now, & if u love muzic/
then respect every artist/
cuz they work so hard on their shits/
tryin not to let it be a garbaze/
& dats wat im doin'/reppin' ktm city,7 yrs of rappin/
still im on mah learnin process/
i aint perfect & i neva claim to be dese lyrics i spited/
is frm mah heart,& imma kip on spillin it/
thru dis microphn in form of wave/so u'll be hearin it/
lotta' people deze days/hate to love n love to hate/ are u feelin me??//
Verse 3:
I said lotta people deze days hate to love & love to hate/
things jus aint the same since the day dat i came fo it/
no gimmic, admit it, errbbody bz on pullin other's leg/
if u feel me i stay real wid u or else get outta here/
wat i do is fo mah team n i love rhy-min/
flow soo tight nid no metronome so into ti-min/
i aint the type of guy to hold grudges lemme re-mind-it/
bt deze fists of five get cold sumtym lyk temprature de-cli-nin/
neva under pressure, i keep the presssure under me/
survival of the fittest neva let dose critics swallow me/
show it to me if u think u're betta dan me homie/
u nid patience fo the long game do it intelligently/
obsession of the music got me here every genre i follow/
widout it im hollow/ invisible,lost with in the crowd /So/
deze are mah words/through dis mic receivers with light reverb/
kickin ur eardrums/u heard!!/
