[00:00.00] 作词 : Ice T
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Ice T
[00:00.00] Everybody step back from the mic
[00:17.10]As i set it off
[00:18.15]All playin' the wall
[00:19.08]It's time to sweat it off
[00:20.16]Anybody with staatic oh please try
[00:21.78]I'll do ya like godfather 3
[00:23.01]And do a fly by
[00:23.97]Time to rip and hit and strangle
[00:26.46]I eat guardian angels
[00:27.75]And toy emcees
[00:28.47]With their names on the front page
[00:30.66]I bury in shallow graves
[00:32.01]I don't rap to girls on my l.p.
[00:34.41]I don't beg for shit
[00:35.64]I love the ladies
[00:36.57]Aand they love me right back
[00:38.37]Now who's the mac?
[00:39.66]Mission accomplished
[00:40.71]I came to stomp this microphone
[00:42.42]And leave suckers unconscious
[00:43.92]And if you uthink
[00:44.43]Yo got an s on your chest
[00:46.35]You better wear two vests
[00:47.70]Watch your back, your front
[00:48.93]I always hit, don't bunt
[00:49.92]Crazy posse
[00:50.49]When i'm on a duck hunt
[00:51.84]Emcee ice-t answers to no one
[00:53.85]Load my rhymes
[00:54.60]And cock 'em like a shotgun
[00:55.80]Let off like frags from a pipe bomb
[00:57.81]A low stroll
[00:58.47]And my mic in my right palm
[00:59.73]The cops hate me
[01:00.42]And that's right they oughta
[01:02.19]Before my crew
[01:02.82]Gets to their daughters
[01:29.97]Nat the cat grandmaster caz

作词 : Ice T
作曲 : Ice T
Everybody step back from the mic
As i set it off
All playin' the wall
It's time to sweat it off
Anybody with staatic oh please try
I'll do ya like godfather 3
And do a fly by
Time to rip and hit and strangle
I eat guardian angels
And toy emcees
With their names on the front page
I bury in shallow graves
I don't rap to girls on my l.p.
I don't beg for shit
I love the ladies
Aand they love me right back
Now who's the mac?
Mission accomplished
I came to stomp this microphone
And leave suckers unconscious
And if you uthink
Yo got an s on your chest
You better wear two vests
Watch your back, your front
I always hit, don't bunt
Crazy posse
When i'm on a duck hunt
Emcee ice-t answers to no one
Load my rhymes
And cock 'em like a shotgun
Let off like frags from a pipe bomb
A low stroll
And my mic in my right palm
The cops hate me
And that's right they oughta
Before my crew
Gets to their daughters
Nat the cat grandmaster caz