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Ice-t - Hit The Deck Şarkı Sözleri
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 |
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