Ice T - Hit The Deck Lyrics
Im the minstrel man, the cleaning man,The pole man, the shoeshine manIm a nigger man, watch me dance {unknown movie}[ice-t]I put the lyrics on the paper with the penEvil e makes the records spinIslam drops the beats that you rock toThought that I would never get you? got youDoggin the floor like you know you never done beforeHow could a brother be so hardcoreAnd still keep you on the floor like a maniacThats your question? well ima answer thatIm on the mic tonight Im here to do it rightIce, the capital t, airtightCoolest of the cool, a mack on a missionStep to me fool - youre missinMinus, gone, pow, youre outta hereThis aint no game to me, this is my careerThrow me a mic, plug it in, bet!I wont be happy til the dancefloors wetI aint no rookie, Im a microphone vetEvil es 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 eDoggin the deck like its never been done beforeYou had enough? more!Here we go, Im about to blow upDont you dare bite my rhymes, Ill make you throw upPoison soaked in an acid bathSwallow homeboy, your throatll need a skin graftToss it up, while the dj known as evil cutsYou wanna know whats happenin - what?The beat become my soul, Im goin out of controlLook in my face as my eyeballs rollBack in my head and the mic glows redStep in my face and youll wind up dead{*slap*} yo, thanks, I needed thatI was posessed by this treacherous trackWatch out word this aint no jokeA sucker tried to flex and his arm got brokeDont make a move that youll regretEvil es on the set, hit the deck!{*scratched kick it (4x)*}[ice-t]You start to think and wonder bout how its doneAn emcee? maybe I could be oneDrop the thought, get a job, change your mindTo be a dope mc takes timeEight years of mine, no time for dragginYou wanna be an mc? get off the bandwagon!But if its in your heart, get a penDont stop writin til the inkflow endsWork and work and dont halfstepDog the mic every chance you getMotivation must be keptStay down and build your repYo so let me demonstrate, rappin as a fine artAnd when Im finished, you can take this rap apartAnalyze my elements and tacticsFirst Im over there, and then Im back to thisI jumble topics, you wont know where Ill goBack in your face with a cold but steady flowYou feel the power of the ice in the first rowYou already know what to say, hooooooooo!!!On the mic is a stone cold vetEvil es on the set, hit the deck{*evil e scratches for a long time*}[ice-t]Im in my mode, called the fourth episodeOr the last verse, if you wanna decodeSo I gotta raise the heat, hype up the beatSwitch the mic from airtight to elitePounce upon the deck, it aint wet yetLet me see how hot you can getThen Ill turn up the amps, blow out the lightsYoure in darkness, then the mic ignitesGlowin like it did before, but even moreThe room is lit, the raps are hardcoreEvil cuts the records like a psycho with a switchbladeYou see a blur -- thats the crossfadeLoud and proud, words bombard the crowdLook up in the air -- you see a mushroom cloudI kick flavor to a musical trackToo fast to catch, too complex to matchIm gettin hyped as hype can getEvil es on the set! hit the deck
