A child was born in the East one day
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Moved to the West coast after his parents passed away
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Never understood his fascination with rhymes or beats
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In poetry he was considered elite
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Became a young gangster in the streets of L.A.
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Lost connections with his true roots far away
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But no matter the job or crime
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He never lost his hardcore obsession to rhyme
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New York's hip hop movement broke loose
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DJ's cut records, raps had the juice
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Since busting rhymes was his natural thing
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He was crowned the west coast MC king
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But after his inauguration there was a rush
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Of wack rappers with one intention to crush
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This master rapper and take his throne
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A simple job,he had no crew, he stood all alone
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Assassins came in groups of one through five
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With raps no mortal MC could survive
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But he showed no mercy, he rapped blood thirsty
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Battling from Friday on through to Thursday
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Never losin a bout, never ending in doubt
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Every confrontation K.O. knock out
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On his never ending journey to the T.O.P.
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The L.A. player M.C. ICE-T
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[Verse One]
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Magnificent rhymer, I'm the 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 ridiculous
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I'm raised in the heart of Los A-N-G-E-L-E-S
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King word connector, the 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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Now, 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 whether your name's Lucy, Terry, Laura or Cindy
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Ice got beef and this ain't Wendy's
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Bust a 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 cash
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Rhyme pays!!
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[Verse Two]
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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 lips, she got them 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 the set
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Because my jams be crazy, 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 should consider this
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I can make a rhyme complicated as a puzzle
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Dangerous and as violent 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 rappin' 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, know'n they're soft as jell-
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Oh! I better chill out before I ill out
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And my negative potential just might 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 record stays in the groove
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My boy cuts like Jason, it's easy to prove
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That Evil 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 Evil demonstrates
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I'm bout to get off this mic, 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 whether this MC |