Thanks to dj.flash@pobox.com for these lyrics.



"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