[Intro: Ice-T]
Suckers step back, react to his attack
Evil E's in the place, cold doggin' the wax!

[Dave Storrs]
WORD!! WORD!!

[Verse 1: Ice-T]
All punks grab for your mothers, today's the day
I'm here to say warriors come out and play
Rhyme for your lives, weak run and hide
My name is Ice-T, L.A.'s where I reside
Fly as a bird, also awesome we've heard
If you bite I'll take your life best believe that's word
FBI's most wanted, but them suckers can't stop me
Mean rapping mother, terrorizing Qaddafi
Few tried to match the def raps I wrote
Dis my rhyme that's the time, razor meets your throat
Born in New Jersey but raised in L.A
Streets just as hard and the player's still play
Far from a fag, getting paid for my brag
So if you wanna come and battle bring a body bag
Definitely deadly and that ain't no jive
And if you don't like what I'm saying, we can take it outside
'Cause ain't nothin' like a squabble 'cause you know I'ms fine
And if knife be your reason, then Uzi be mine
So all punks get ill 'cause you know I'm gonna
Rhymes that ignite bite like a piranha
Ice-T's just rockin' the tracks
And Evil E's in the place, just doggin' the wax!
[Chorus: DJ Flash scratches quotes below]
Cold rockin' it...
When it's time to get ill..
Get ill!

[Verse 2: Ice-T]
I love the ladies who were down with the T
But what I hate and I state is a fool MC
You wanna battle the Ice, you gotta be insane
One step toward my rep, and I inflict the pain
Got so many raps, I got no place to store 'em
Got so many damn pages, I can wallpaper the Forum
Assassination, is my solution
No light abrasions, just massive contusions
Def dealing rhymer with a lust for blood
Conflict with the master and your name is mud
Kickin' up no mercy for the fact you're brave
I'll just bury your butt, then I'll spit on your grave
Laugh at your family as they stand and cry
Cold smack your mother all in the eye
'Cause I'll never get to heaven but you know damn well
I'll wear Bermuda shorts while I'm maxin' in hell
So all suckers step back, react to this attack
Don't try to write me off as talking lightweight smack
Because I'll leave you in shamble, I hustle don't gamble
And I'll rock your butt blind like HBO scramble
Doggin' the wax!
"Warning. The surgeon general of Chilltown, New York has determined that the sounds you're about to hear, can be devastating to your ear"

[Verse 3: Ice-T]
Sharp as a razor, down as dirt
Rhyme is my life, party is my work
L.A. is my place, Mirage is my base
So my lyrics make sense, no words I waste
Down for a duel, colder than Kool
Chill with the brothers who built the old school
Rhyme like a rocket, smooth in the pocket
Program the 808 and just lock it
Crash the studio with my crew, twenty four tracks mixed down to two
Jam hits the stores, pack concert floors
Freaks in my hotel room by the scores
This MC Ice-T, I rock the freaks to ecstasy
Take them to the T-O-P and bust them out officially
Never off, always on, rockin' to the break of dawn
Like this, like that, an MC that's not the wack
All rappers in the game, recognize my name
They write me off as bein' lame, or get me credit for my fame
I'm here to make it clear, '86 is my year
I'm the rapper you should fear, I will have no peer
Supreme MC Chief, and when I die in my belief
Battle from L.A. to Rome, rock beyond the Thunderdome
Sound hard, know why? It is, don't try
Only the top MCs will master this ability
If you do, you'll find out with the missed word, bit lip
Or run out of the air you need for high speed poetry
Take advice from Ice-T, leave the cuts to Evil E
Get a girl, feel the bass, rock her at this funky pace, ah!
[Break: DJ Flash displaying Old School turntablizm skills]

[Verse 4: Ice-T]
Dialing M for murder, flyin' MC's heads
Showing no remorse, reanimatin' the dead
Kicking dirt in your wounds, turning a wheel on the rack
I'll make you run for the hills with a streak up your back!
My rhymes are my pigeons, style cooler than cold
Voice always convincing, jewelry solid gold
Magnified finesse, a Hollywood address
The perpetrator, cremator, representing the West
Revenge is my best friend, homicide is my life
I write my rhymes in my book with blood on the knife
Never been beaten in life, never plan to be either
Rock two days straight before I take a breather
Rhymes, memorize 'em, locked inside my head
And anyone who dare bite somehow ends up dead
Got a license to kill, those refusing to chill
Uncut violence, my true thrill
I'm a hitman connoisseur, suckers talkin' manure
With cold commando tactics, no man can endure
Not to be mistaken, when MCs fakin'
All contracts issued to Ice-T are taken
With the most direct route, you have no chance to shout
With the silence of a ninja, your lights are out
Girls cry on sight, some ill out n' fight
For the post positions at my jam each night
The player from L.A., cooler than any "J"!
My name is Ice-T, I make the mafia pay!
Doggin' the wax!

[Outro: James Brown]
Not bad y'all!
Not bad at all!