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Ice T
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"Im the minstrel man, the cleaning man,
the pole man, the shoeshine man
Im a nigger man, watch me dance" %7Bunknown movie%7D
[Ice-T]
I put the lyrics on the paper with the pen
Evil E makes the records spin
Islam drops the beats that you rock to
Thought that I would never get you? Got you
Doggin the floor like you know you never done before
How could a brother be so hardcore
and still keep you on the floor like a maniac
Thats your question? Well Ima answer that
Im on the mic tonight Im here to do it right
Ice, the capital T, airtight
Coolest of the cool, a mack on a mission
Step to me fool - youre missin
minus, gone, pow, youre outta here
This aint no game to me, this is my career
Throw me a mic, plug it in, "Bet!"
I wont be happy til the dancefloors wet
I aint no rookie, Im a microphone vet
Evil Es on the set, hit the deck!
%7B*scratching "be easy on the cut" (3X)
and "no mistakes allowed" -> Rakim*%7D
[Ice-T]
E-M-C-E-E, I-C-E-T, A-N-D, DJ Evil E
Doggin the deck like its never been done before
You had enough? "MORE!"
Here we go, Im about to blow up
Dont you dare bite my rhymes, Ill make you throw up
Poison soaked in an acid bath
Swallow homeboy, your throatll need a skin graft
Toss it up, while the DJ known as Evil cuts
You wanna know whats happenin - "WHAT?"
The beat become my soul, Im goin out of control
Look in my face as my eyeballs roll
back in my head and the mic glows red
Step in my face and youll wind up dead
%7B*SLAP*%7D Yo, thanks, I needed that
I was posessed by this treacherous track
Watch out "WORD" this aint no joke
A sucker tried to flex and his arm got broke
Dont make a move that youll regret
Evil Es on the set, hit the deck!
%7B*scratched "kick it" (4X)*%7D
[Ice-T]
You start to think and wonder bout how its done
"An emcee? Maybe I could be one"
Drop the thought, get a job, change your mind
To be a dope MC takes time
Eight years of mine, no time for draggin
You wanna be an MC? "Get off the bandwagon!"
But if its in your heart, get a pen
Dont stop writin til the inkflow ends
Work and work and dont halfstep
Dog the mic every chance you get
Motivation must be kept
Stay down and build your rep
Yo so let me demonstrate, rappin as a fine art
And when Im finished, you can take this rap apart
Analyze my elements and tactics
First Im over there, and then Im back to this
I jumble topics, you wont know where Ill go
Back in your face with a cold but steady flow
You feel the power of the Ice in the first row
You already know what to say, "HOOOOOOOOO!!!"
On the mic is a stone cold vet
Evil Es on the set, hit the deck
%7B*Evil E scratches for a long time*%7D
[Ice-T]
Im in my mode, called the fourth episode
or the last verse, if you wanna decode
So I gotta raise the heat, hype up the beat
Switch the mic from airtight to elite
Pounce upon the deck, it aint wet yet
Let me see how hot you can get
Then Ill turn up the amps, blow out the lights
Youre in darkness, then the mic ignites
Glowin like it did before, but even more
The room is lit, the raps are hardcore
Evil cuts the records like a psycho with a switchblade
You see a blur -- thats the crossfade
Loud and proud, words bombard the crowd
Look up in the air -- you see a mushroom cloud
I kick flavor to a musical track
too fast to catch, too complex to match
Im gettin hyped as hype can get
Evil Es on the set! Hit the deck |
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12.Oct.2001 22:10:36 |
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28.May.2004 19:05:57 |
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