Ice-T — Dog N The Wax

[Intro: Ice-T] Suckers step back, react to his attack Evil E's in the place, cold doggin' the wax! [Dave Storrs] WORD!! WORD!! [Verse 1: Ice-T] All punks grab for your mothers, today's the day I'm here to say warriors come out and play Rhyme for your lives, weak run and hide My name is Ice-T, L.A.'s where I reside Fly as a bird, also awesome we've heard If you bite I'll take your life best believe that's word FBI's most wanted, but them suckers can't stop me Mean rapping mother, terrorizing Qaddafi Few tried to match the def raps I wrote Dis my rhyme that's the time, razor meets your throat Born in New Jersey but raised in L.A Streets just as hard and the player's still play Far from a fag, getting paid for my brag So if you wanna come and battle bring a body bag Definitely deadly and that ain't no jive And if you don't like what I'm saying, we can take it outside 'Cause ain't nothin' like a squabble 'cause you know I'ms fine And if knife be your reason, then Uzi be mine So all punks get ill 'cause you know I'm gonna Rhymes that ignite bite like a piranha Ice-T's just rockin' the tracks And Evil E's in the place, just doggin' the wax! [Chorus: DJ Flash scratches quotes below] Cold rockin' it... When it's time to get ill.. Get ill! [Verse 2: Ice-T] I love the ladies who were down with the T But what I hate and I state is a fool MC You wanna battle the Ice, you gotta be insane One step toward my rep, and I inflict the pain Got so many raps, I got no place to store 'em Got so many damn pages, I can wallpaper the Forum Assassination, is my solution No light abrasions, just massive contusions Def dealing rhymer with a lust for blood Conflict with the master and your name is mud Kickin' up no mercy for the fact you're brave I'll just bury your butt, then I'll spit on your grave Laugh at your family as they stand and cry Cold smack your mother all in the eye 'Cause I'll never get to heaven but you know damn well I'll wear Bermuda shorts while I'm maxin' in hell So all suckers step back, react to this attack Don't try to write me off as talking lightweight smack Because I'll leave you in shamble, I hustle don't gamble And I'll rock your butt blind like HBO scramble Doggin' the wax! "Warning. The surgeon general of Chilltown, New York has determined that the sounds you're about to hear, can be devastating to your ear" [Verse 3: Ice-T] Sharp as a razor, down as dirt Rhyme is my life, party is my work L.A. is my place, Mirage is my base So my lyrics make sense, no words I waste Down for a duel, colder than Kool Chill with the brothers who built the old school Rhyme like a rocket, smooth in the pocket Program the 808 and just lock it Crash the studio with my crew, twenty four tracks mixed down to two Jam hits the stores, pack concert floors Freaks in my hotel room by the scores This MC Ice-T, I rock the freaks to ecstasy Take them to the T-O-P and bust them out officially Never off, always on, rockin' to the break of dawn Like this, like that, an MC that's not the wack All rappers in the game, recognize my name They write me off as bein' lame, or get me credit for my fame I'm here to make it clear, '86 is my year I'm the rapper you should fear, I will have no peer Supreme MC Chief, and when I die in my belief Battle from L.A. to Rome, rock beyond the Thunderdome Sound hard, know why? It is, don't try Only the top MCs will master this ability If you do, you'll find out with the missed word, bit lip Or run out of the air you need for high speed poetry Take advice from Ice-T, leave the cuts to Evil E Get a girl, feel the bass, rock her at this funky pace, ah! [Break: DJ Flash displaying Old School turntablizm skills] [Verse 4: Ice-T] Dialing M for murder, flyin' MC's heads Showing no remorse, reanimatin' the dead Kicking dirt in your wounds, turning a wheel on the rack I'll make you run for the hills with a streak up your back! My rhymes are my pigeons, style cooler than cold Voice always convincing, jewelry solid gold Magnified finesse, a Hollywood address The perpetrator, cremator, representing the West Revenge is my best friend, homicide is my life I write my rhymes in my book with blood on the knife Never been beaten in life, never plan to be either Rock two days straight before I take a breather Rhymes, memorize 'em, locked inside my head And anyone who dare bite somehow ends up dead Got a license to kill, those refusing to chill Uncut violence, my true thrill I'm a hitman connoisseur, suckers talkin' manure With cold commando tactics, no man can endure Not to be mistaken, when MCs fakin' All contracts issued to Ice-T are taken With the most direct route, you have no chance to shout With the silence of a ninja, your lights are out Girls cry on sight, some ill out n' fight For the post positions at my jam each night The player from L.A., cooler than any "J"! My name is Ice-T, I make the mafia pay! Doggin' the wax! [Outro: James Brown] Not bad y'all! Not bad at all!