Suckers step back, reacting his attackEvil E is the place, cold dogging the WAX!!
All punks go for your mothers, today's todayI'm here to say Warriors come out and playRhine for your lives, weak run and hideMy name is Ice-T, L.A. Is where I resideFly as a bird, also awesome unheardIf you bite I will take your life best believe that's wordFBI's most wanted, but them suckers can't stopMean rapping mother, terrorizing KhadafiFew tried to match the deaf raps I wroteDis my rhyme that's the time; razor meets your throatBorn in New Jersey but raised in L.A.Streets such as hard and the player still playFar from a fag, getting paid for my bragSo if you wanna come and battle bring a bodybagDefinitely deadly and that ain't no ToddAnd if you don't like what I'm saying, we can take it outsideCause ain't nothing like a squabble cause you know that's fineAnd if knife be your reason, then Uzi be mineSo all punks get ill cause you know I'm gonerRhymes that ignite by like a piranhaIce-T is just rocking the tracksAnd Evil E is in the place, just dogging the WAX!!
I love the ladies who were down with the TeeBut what I hate and I state is a fool MCYou wanna battle the Ice, you gotta be insaneOne step toward my repping, I inflict the painGot so many raps, I got no place to store themGot so many damn pages, I can wallpaper the forumAssassination, is my solutionNo light operation, just massive contusionsDeaf dealing rhymer with a lust for bloodConflict with the Master and your name is mudI kick it up, no mercy for the fact you're braveI'll just bury your butt, then I'll spit on your graveLaugh at your family as they stand and cryCold smack your mother all in the eyeCause I'll never get to heaven but you know damn wellI'll wear Bermuda Shorts while I'm maxing in hellSo all suckers step back, reacting the death's attackDon't try to ripe me off, just talking like way smackBecause I'll leave a shamble, I hustle don't gambleAnd I'll rock your butt blind like HBO scrambleDogging the WAX!!
Sharp as a razor, down as dirtRhyme is my life, party is my workL.A. Is my place, More Righteous is my baseSo my lyrics make sense, no words I wasteDown for a duel, colder than KoolChill with the brothers who built the Old SchoolRhyme like a rocket, smooths in the pocketProgram the 8OA and just lock itCrash the Studio with my crew, twenty four tracks mixed down to twoJam hits the stores, packed kinds of floorsFreaks in my hotel room by the scoresThis MC Ice-T, I rock the freaks to ecstasyTake them to the T-O-P and bust them out officiallyNever off, always on, rocking to the break of dawnLike this, like that, an emcee that's not the whackAll the rappers in the game, recognize my nameThey write off as been lame, or get me credit for my fameI'm here to make it clear, eighty six is my yearI'm the rapper you should fear and I'll have to peerSupreme MC Chief, and when I die in my beliefBattle from L.A. To Rome, rock beyond the thunderdomeSound hard, know why? It is, don't tryOnly the top MCs will master this abilityIf you do, you'll find out what that misword biddlyOr run that other A to me, for high speed poetryTake advice from Ice-T, leave the cuts to Evil EGet a girl, feel the bass, write correct for this funky pasta
I'm dialing M, for murdering fine emcees' headsShowing no remorse, reanimating the deadKicking dirt in the wombs, turning a wheel in the rapI'll make you run for the hills with a streak up your backMy rhymes are pigeons, stock cooler than ColdBoys always convincing, jewelry solid goldMagnified finesse at Hollywood addressThe perpetrator, cream maker, representing the WestAvenge is my best friend, homicide is my lifeI write my rhymes in my book with blood on the knifeNever been beaten in life, never planned to beatEither rocked two days straight before I take a breathThe rhymes; memorize them like inside my headAnd any one who dared bite somehow ends up deadGot a license to kill, dogs refusing to chillUncut violence is my true thrillI'm a hitman kinda sort of, suckers talk in manureWith co-cold man known tactics, no man can endureNot to be mistaken, when Emcees fakingAll contracts issued, to Ice-T are taken, with the multitude routesYou have no chance to shoutWith the silencer of a ninja, your lights are outGirls cry to sight, some in Latin fightFor the posal positions at my jam each nightThe player from L.A. Cooler than any JayMy name is Ice-T, I make the Mafia PayDogging the wax!!