Iceapella

Suckers step back, reacting his attack

Evil E is the place, cold dogging the WAX!!

All punks go for your mothers, today's today

I'm here to say Warriors come out and play

Rhine for your lives, weak run and hide

My name is Ice-T, L.A. Is where I reside

Fly as a bird, also awesome unheard

If you bite I will take your life best believe that's word

FBI's most wanted, but them suckers can't stop

Mean rapping mother, terrorizing Khadafi

Few tried to match the deaf raps I wrote

Dis my rhyme that's the time; razor meets your throat

Born in New Jersey but raised in L.A.

Streets such as hard and the player still play

Far from a fag, getting paid for my brag

So if you wanna come and battle bring a bodybag

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 nothing like a squabble cause you know that's fine

And if knife be your reason, then Uzi be mine

So all punks get ill cause you know I'm goner

Rhymes that ignite by like a piranha

Ice-T is just rocking the tracks

And Evil E is in the place, just dogging the WAX!!

I love the ladies who were down with the Tee

But what I hate and I state is a fool MC

You wanna battle the Ice, you gotta be insane

One step toward my repping, I inflict the pain

Got so many raps, I got no place to store them

Got so many damn pages, I can wallpaper the forum

Assassination, is my solution

No light operation, just massive contusions

Deaf dealing rhymer with a lust for blood

Conflict with the Master and your name is mud

I 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 maxing in hell

So all suckers step back, reacting the death's attack

Don't try to ripe 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

Dogging the WAX!!

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 8OA 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, rocking to the break of dawn

Like this, like that, an emcee that's not the whack

All the 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, eighty six 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 biddly

Or run that other A to me, for high speed poetry

Take advice from Ice-T, leave the cuts to Evil E

Get a girl, feel the bass, write correct for this funky pasta

I'm dialing M, for murdering fine emcees' heads

Showing no remorse, reanimating 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 pigeons, stock cooler than Cold

Boys always convincing, jewelry solid gold

Magnified finesse at Hollywood address

The perpetrator, cream maker, 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 any one 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 Emcees faking

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 posal 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

Dogging the wax!!