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