Afrika Islam - Hit the Deck lyrics

"I'm the minstrel man, the cleaning man The pole man, the shoeshine man I'm a n***a 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'mma 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 s**er 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 an*lyze 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