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!