Shawnie Shawn ]. Yo, what's goin on Ice?. [ Ice-T ]. Yo what's up Shawnie Shawn?. Man, just trippin off this girl, man. [ Shawnie Shawn ]. Girls?. You?.
Yo, what's up with all these niggas. On these muthafuckin records talkin all this bullshit. (Man, I don't know about these niggas out here. Them other sucker-ass niggas, them old fake-ass bitches).
Verse one:. . Magnificent rhymer, Ill beat designer. If they ask you if I'm def. Don't front and say kinda. Merciless. Meticulous. So fresh it's rediculous.
People, it's time for the Ice crush. So listen to my words I bring much. Sense, as I commence, my lyrics intense. Your telephoto, break out your big lens.
Yeah. Too many hardcore mothafuckas out here in this business. Ain't gettin their proper loot. You know what I'm sayin?. (Right). Check the technique.
Every year the same shit happens. More fuckin' funerals, dead homies. Niggas out here killin' each other. I don't know why. And when it happens to you.
Watch me flip and rip. On the freedom tip. Open your mind. See the point of the ice pick. I stand tall. While my brothers. Still choose to crawl. Black power, it7s in effect y'all.
Just checkin' my microphone once. As I check your audio. Increase the bass response. Hope n the speakers blow. I got no time to sit and flip. And pop bullshit.
Yeah. . Yeah. . Check this out: now I'm black. But black people trip. 'Cause white people like me. White people like me. But don't like them. What's the fuck up.
My lifestyles crazy,I'm luxury lazy. So much gold that jewelry don't phase me. Coroless phone,eight or nine homes. Girlies on my Jammie with Ice-T Jones.
I'm livin' large as possible, posse unstoppable. Style topical, it's vividly optical. Listen, you'll see 'em sometimes I'll be 'em. Cops, critics and punks, never ever want to see me in power.
Emcee's no time out, it's time to rhyme out. You've dug your own grave, now you must climb out. Dig out, crawl out, hide from the fallout. 'Cause when I get mad I go all out.
'96. Ah shit. Ice-T back. Representin, nigga, once again. That real shit, nigga. I thought you knew, bitch. Better recognize. . [ CHORUS ]. Players, check your grip before you get popped.
Yo shut up, this is Ice muthafuckin' T. And I've been listenin' to a lotta DJ's. Get on the mike and tryin' to get busy. You know what I'm sayin'?. . But can't no DJ get rap like my muthafuckin' nigga Evil E.
Deuce,deuce revolver was my problem solver. Had a def girl,really didn't want to involve her. In the life of a gangster,use to rob bankster. But now I'm locked up,I'm just a punk low rankster.
Coolin in my crib, cold video dubbin. FBI wanted? Huh, don't mean nuttin. They call that shit a crime? Yo that shit's a joke. Hit record on my dope remote.
The seventh baby.... . [Chorus:]. I represent from LA. All the way to (NY NY). And when I get down. I get down here in LA. All the way to (NY NY). And when I parley.
Ten years ago. I used to listen to rappers flow. Talkin' bout the way. They rocked the mic at the disco. I liked how that shit was goin' down. With my own sound.
It's been a long while. Since I hit ya with freestyle. High tech selections. From the vaults of the Ice files. Kick back relax. And watch as I melt wax.