Verse one:
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Magnificent rhymer, Ill beat designer
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If they ask you if I'm def. Don't front and say kinda
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Merciless. Meticulous. So fresh it's rediculous
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Raised in the heart of Los A-N-G-E-L-E-S
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King word connector. Vocal projector
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Your girl tried to jock me. I had to reject her
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Always adventurous voice some say is sensuous
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I'm on the mic so I think I better mention this
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I don't like Gucci, Fila, Louie or Fendi
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Those are fads and I ain't trendy
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But wheter your names Lucy, Terry, Laura or Cindy
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Ice got beef and this ain't Wndy's
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Bust allmenn move while I'm talkin'
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Sucker rappers I be stalkin'
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When they see me on the street with my homeboy walkin'
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They slow down, turn around and ask was that Ice ?
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Then they see me cold countin' my cashi
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Rhyme pays ----!!
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Verse 2:
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Moves must be busted, girls can't be trusted
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I looked at your lady and I was disgusted
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Came into the party just to rock the place
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And your big zombie lookin' freak still won't get out of my face
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I don't mean to diss her, but do you kiss her ?
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Look at her hips, she's got those crazy blisters
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Body that smells like the New York mets
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Arm pits all nappy packed full of sweat
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I hope this something that you never forget
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Tie that freak outside next time you come in a set
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Because my jams be crazt packed with all fly ladies
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I'm talkin' def girlies and I don't mean maybe
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The way I rhyme no one will ever slay me
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And I ain't lyin' rhyme do pay me !
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Rhyme pays ---- !!
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Verse three:
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I'm notorious, I'm infamous. Like a snake I'm venomous
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For those who may diss I think you shoul consider this
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I can make a rhyme comlicated as a puzzle
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Dangerous and as violenl as a pit bull in a muzzle
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But this record is for radio s-t-e-r-e-o
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It not to be banned or for some underground mix show
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My hearts in my pen every time I begin
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Sometimes my lyrics go crazy and I just can't control em my friend
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I try to edit what I'm rasppin' about
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But I can't write polite my anger just jumps out !!
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Perpetrators in the business claim their hard as hell
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Talkin' that gangster shit, known they're soft as jell-
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Oh! Better chill out before I ill out
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And my negative potential just might ne spill out
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And then this record won't be gettin' played
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I'll save that rap for another day
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-Rhyme pays-
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Verse four:
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The front stage area goes into hysteria
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As I start to rhyme and unleash my criteria
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Of what is to come during the beat of the drum
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And Evil agitates the records with the use of his thumb
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Using his intricate moves the rcord stays in the grooves
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My body cuts like Jason it's easy to prove
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That Evel E is the great. His cuts are real not fake
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Not emulated effects or a play back tape
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So suckers witness your fate while Evel demonstartes
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I'm bout to get off this nic. E. Dog the break - Kick it !
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Verse five:
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Like me if ya want'a. Diss me if you're gonna
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But my jam will still be kickin' on your neighborhood corner
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As my bass is max'n out the v.u.s on your box
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There'll be no doubt within your mind wheter this MC do rock
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Like granite. I planned it. So you could understand it
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If someone's talkin' when I'm rhymin'
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Then just say. Damn shut up !
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While Ice is breakin' the boy don't be fakin'
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Maybe they're just jealous of the dollars I'm makin'
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But you're down with me. You know god gifted me
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Black kids say I'm trech, white kids say I'm nifty
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Spell out my name ya go I-C-E-T
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But right now it's time for Evel E to hit me!
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Verse six:
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Rhyme pays. Buys my food every night and day
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Pays my rent my bills I guess I'm doin' ok
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But when I say rhyme pays. I mean in different ways
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Cause rappin' gets a lot of kids out of the streets each day
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It makes me feel real nice when someone likes the Ice
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Or some young MC asks me for advice
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But there will always be rappers who hate Ice T
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Maybe I dogged 'em in a battle or just jealousy
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Inevitable situation. Sucker rapper frustration
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I rhyme too tough to bite. Too intricate for notation
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Syllables jumbled. Competitors crumble as they witness mic attack
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| And the microphone |
