"I'm the minstrel man, the cleaning man,
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the pole man, the shoeshine man
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I'm a nigger man, watch me dance" [unknown movie]
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[Ice-T]
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I put the lyrics on the paper with the pen
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Evil E makes the records spin
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Islam drops the beats that you rock to
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Thought that I would never get you? Got you
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Doggin the floor like you know you never done before
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How could a brother be so hardcore
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and still keep you on the floor like a maniac
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That's your question? Well I'ma answer that
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I'm on the mic tonight I'm here to do it right
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Ice, the capital T, airtight
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Coolest of the cool, a mack on a mission
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Step to me fool - you're missin
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minus, gone, pow, you're outta here
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This ain't no game to me, this is my career
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Throw me a mic, plug it in, "Bet!"
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I won't be happy til the dancefloor's wet
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I ain't no rookie, I'm a microphone vet
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Evil E's on the set, hit the deck!
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[scratching "be easy on the cut" (3X)
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and "no mistakes allowed" (Rakim)]
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[Ice-T]
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E-M-C-E-E, I-C-E-T, A-N-D, DJ Evil E
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Doggin the deck like it's never been done before
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You had enough? "MORE!"
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Here we go, I'm about to blow up
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Don't you dare bite my rhymes, I'll make you throw up
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Poison soaked in an acid bath
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Swallow homeboy, your throat'll need a skin graft
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Toss it up, while the DJ known as Evil cuts
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You wanna know what's happenin - "WHAT?"
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The beat become my soul, I'm goin out of control
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Look in my face as my eyeballs roll
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back in my head and the mic glows red
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Step in my face and you'll wind up dead
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{*SLAP*} Yo, thanks, I needed that
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I was posessed by this treacherous track
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Watch out "WORD" this ain't no joke
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A sucker tried to flex and his arm got broke
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Don't make a move that you'll regret
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Evil E's on the set, hit the deck!
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[scratched "kick it" (4X)]
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[Ice-T]
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You start to think and wonder bout how it's done
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"An emcee? Maybe I could be one"
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Drop the thought, get a job, change your mind
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To be a dope MC takes time
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Eight years of mine, no time for draggin
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You wanna be an MC? "Get off the bandwagon!"
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But if it's in your heart, get a pen
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Don't stop writin til the inkflow ends
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Work and work and don't halfstep
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Dog the mic every chance you get
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Motivation must be kept
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Stay down and build your rep
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Yo so let me demonstrate, rappin as a fine art
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And when I'm finished, you can take this rap apart
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Analyze my elements and tactics
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First I'm over there, and then I'm back to this
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I jumble topics, you won't know where I'll go
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Back in your face with a cold but steady flow
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You feel the power of the Ice in the first row
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You already know what to say, "HOOOOOOOOO!!!"
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On the mic is a stone cold vet
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Evil E's on the set, hit the deck
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[Evil E scratches for a long time]
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[Ice-T]
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I'm in my mode, called the fourth episode
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or the last verse, if you wanna decode
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So I gotta raise the heat, hype up the beat
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Switch the mic from airtight to elite
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Pounce upon the deck, it ain't wet yet
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Let me see how hot you can get
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Then I'll turn up the amps, blow out the lights
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You're in darkness, then the mic ignites
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Glowin like it did before, but even more
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The room is lit, the raps are hardcore
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Evil cuts the records like a psycho with a switchblade
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You see a blur -- that's the crossfade
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Loud and proud, words bombard the crowd
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Look up in the air -- you see a mushroom cloud
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I kick flavor to a musical track
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too fast to catch, too complex to match
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I'm gettin hyped as hype can get
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Evil E's on the set! Hit the deck
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Hit The Deck
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Ice-T |