intro/rhyme pays
Singer:ice-t
a child was born in the east one day
moved to the west coast after his parents passed away
never understood his fascination with rhymes or beats
in poetry he was considered elite
became a young gangster in the streets of l.a. lost connections with his true roots far away
but no matter the job or crime
he never lost his hardcore obsession to rhyme
new york's hip hop movement broke loose
since busting rhymes was his natural thing
he was crowned the west coast mc king
but after his inauguration there was a rush
of wack rappers with one intention to crush
this master rapper and take his throne
assassins came in groups of one through five
with raps no mortal mc could survive
battling from friday on through to thursday
every confrontation k.o. knock out
on his never ending journey to the t.o.p. the l.a. player m.c. ice-t
i'm the ill beat designer
if they ask you if i'm def
don't front and say kinda
i'm raised in the heart of los a-n-g-e-l-e-s
your girl tried to jock me
always adventurous voice some say is sensuous
i'm on the mic so i think i better mention this
those are fads and i ain't trendy
but whether your name's lucy
ice got beef and this ain't wendy's
bust a move while i'm talkin'
sucker rappers i be stalkin'
when they see me on the street with my homeboy walkin'
turn around and ask was that ice?
then they see me cold countin' my cash
i looked at your lady and i was disgusted
came into the party just to rock the place
and your big zombie lookin' freak still won't get out of my face
she got them crazy blisters
body that smells like the new york mets
arm pits all nappy packed full of sweat
i hope this something that you never forget
tie that freak outside next time you come in the set
packed with all fly ladies
i'm talkin' def girlies and i don't mean maybe
the way i rhyme no one will ever slay me
and i ain't lyin' rhyme do pay me!
like a snake i'm venomous
for those who may diss i think you should consider this
i can make a rhyme complicated as a puzzle
dangerous and as violent as a pit bull in a muzzle
but this record is for radio s-t-e-r-e-o
it not to be banned or for some underground mix show
my hearts in my pen every time i begin
sometimes my lyrics go crazy and i just can't control em my friend
i try to edit what i'm rappin' about
but i can't write polite my anger just jumps out!
perpetrators in the business claim their hard as hell
talkin' that gangster shit
know'n they're soft as jell-
oh! i better chill out before i ill out
and my negative potential just might spill out
and then this record won't be gettin played
i'll save that rap for another day
the front stage area goes into hysteria
as i start to rhyme and unleash my criteria
of what is to come during the beat of the drum
and evil agitates the records with the use of his thumb
using his intricate moves
the record stays in the groove
his cuts are real not fake
not emulated effects or a play back tape
so suckers witness your fate while evil demonstrates
i'm bout to get off this mic
e. dog the break - kick it!
but my jam will still be kickin' on your neighborhood corner
as my bass is max'n out the v.u.s. on your box
there'll be no doubt within your mind whether this mc do rock
so you could understand it
if someone's talkin' when i'm rhymin'