1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3 I'm the emcee called Ice-T That's DJ Evil E Islam creates the beats You girls look so sexy I wish you all were up here with me You
pole man, the shoeshine man I'm a nigger man, watch me dance I put the lyrics on the paper with the pen Evil E makes the records spin Islam drops the beats
an'axe the tracks Push up the levels till the red lights max Don't try to size up,you better wise up To the rap criminals,we're succeeded Dope beats and
put they clip in Street crime, that's the thing I bring Ice T, I rap sing, they call it controversy I call it truth with no mercy The beats are phat
is Grand Larceny Grand Larceny I'm a kleptomaniac when a jam is packed You can fight all night but you'll still get jacked By the show stealer, crime rhyme dealer Rap
Thanks to jhsantos@sol.com.br for these lyrics. That's DJ Evil E, Islam creates the beats 1-2, 1-2-1-2-3, I'm the emcee called Ice-T You girls look so
,this ain't no ego trip Just rollin' thick as hell,champagne I sip as well Listen and you'll envision,this rap's metabolism I think the beat is dope,but
, to think that rap could be attacked Is ignorin' the simple fact that they never meant us to speak They had planned to keep the black man weak but rap
why play ya blind? A simple look and anyone with two cents would know I'm a hardcore player from he streets Rappin' bout hardcore topics over hardcore drum beats
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
Fool, the rap game's hijacked You need to listen, nigga The rap game's hijacked Need to play this record about ten times The rap game's hijacked Black
I am, damn Attempt to do this, boy, you're takin' a risk 'Cause my voice sounds doper than a compact disc Styles and lyrics [Incomprehensible] in the pocket Stupid dope beats
in a clenched fist Mind locked on ???? load of my hit list And make duck rappers pray Many talk shit, but none step this way Cause I'm quick to beat
2: Ice-T ] The reason we're bustin these raps are what? To make all you wack MC's shut up You're always buyin rap records jammin def beats Then dissin rap
Make it funky) So the girls can get busy, dog the dance floor Make the guys get dizzy (Make it funky) Totally def as Evil E guts the records and the beat
so contagious (come and dance with me) Chorus: i'm dancin i'm gonna break it down, i'm not gonna loose the beat
like it was wholefoods That nigger crazy i told you Immatue adult insecure asshole (What else) If you fall on the concrete thats your asphalt If you pass on that Kane beat
Uh Uh huh, uh huh Look (Drake: Verse 1) I let the beat bang I don't claim colors Honestly, the honesty is why the game love us My women either centerfolds