Ice-T — Iceapella

[Intro] Suckers step back, reacting his attack Evil E's in the place, cold doggin' the wax! [Verse 1] 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 with herb If you bite I will 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 Todd 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! [Verse 2] 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 reppin', 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 operation, just massive contusions Def dealing rhymer with a lust for blood Conflict with the master and your name is mud Kick it 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, reacting the death's attack Don't try to write me off, just talking like way smack Because I'll leave a shamble, I hustle don't gamble And I'll rock your butt blind like HBO scramble Doggin' the wax! [Verse 3] Sharp as a razor, down as dirt Rhyme is my life, party is my work L.A. is my place, More Righteous 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, smooths 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, packed kinds of 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 whack All rappers in the game, recognize my name They write off as been 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 and I'll have to 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 what that misword [?] Or run that other [?], 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! [Verse 4] I'm dialing M, for murdering fine MC's heads Showing no remorse, reanimatin' the dead Kicking dirt in the wombs, turning a wheel in the rap I'll make you run for the hills with a streak up your back My rhymes are my pigeons, stock cooler than cold Boys always convincing, jewelry solid gold Magnified finesse, a Hollywood address The perpetrator, cremator, representing the West Avenge 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 planned to beat Either rocked two days straight before I take a breath The rhymes, memorize them like inside my head And anyone who dared bite somehow ends up dead Got a license to kill, dogs refusing to chill Uncut violence is my true thrill I'm a hitman kinda sort of, suckers talk in manure With co-cold man known tactics, no man can endure Not to be mistaken, when MCs fakin' All contracts issued, to Ice-T are taken, with the multitude routes You have no chance to shout With the silencer of a ninja, your lights are out Girls cry to sight, some in Latin fight For the post positions at my jam each night The player from L.A., cooler than any Jay! My name is Ice-T, I make the mafia pay! Doggin' the wax!