Artist: Ice-T f/ Dave Storrs, DJ Flash (Lee Johnson of Rappers Rapp Group) Album: The Classic Collection Song: Dog 'n The Wax (Ya Don't Quit II) Typed by: firstname.lastname@example.org * Ice-T's 5th single, released in 1986 but compiled on this LP in 1993 [Intro: Ice-T] Suckers step back, reacting his attack Evil E is the place, cold dogging the WAX!! [Dave Storrs] WORD!! WORD!! [Verse One: Ice-T] All punks go for your mothers, today's today I'm here to say Warriors come out and play Rhine for your lives, weak run and hide My name is Ice-T, L.A. is where I reside Fly as a bird, also awesome unheard If you bite I will take your life, best believe that's word FBI's most wanted, but them suckers can't stop Mean rapping mother, terrorizing Khadafi Few tried to match the deaf raps I wrote Dis my rhyme that's the time, razor meets your throat Born in New Jersey but raised in L.A. Streets such as hard and the player still play Far from a fag, getting paid for my brag So if you wanna come and battle bring a bodybag Definitely deadly and that ain't no Todd --> (LL Cool J) And if you don't like what I'm saying, we can take it outside Cause ain't nothing like a squabble cause you know that's fine And if knife be your reason, then Uzi be mine So all punks get ill cause you know I'm goner Rhymes that ignite by like a piranha Ice-T is just rocking the tracks And Evil E is in the place, just dogging the WAX!! [Chorus: DJ Flash scratches quotes below] Cold cold.. cold cold.. cold cold.. cold rocking it --------> Ice-T Cold.. cold.. cold.. cold rocking it ------> Ice-T When it.. when it.. when it.. When it's time to get ill ----> Evil E To get.. to get.. to get.. to get ill ----> Evil E [Verse Two: Ice-T] I love the ladies who were down with the Tee But what I hate and I state is a fool MC You wanna battle the Ice, you gotta be insane One step toward my repping, I inflict the pain Got so many raps, I got no place to store them Got so many damn pages, I can wallpaper the forum Assassination, is my solution No light operation, just massive contusions Deaf dealing rhymer with a lust for blood Conflict with the Master and your name is mud I kick it up, no mercy for the fact you're brave I'll just bury your butt, then I'll spit on your grave Laugh at your family as they stand and cry Cold smack your mother all in the eye Cause I'll never get to heaven but you know damn well I'll wear Bermuda Shorts while I'm maxing in hell So all suckers step back, reacting the death's attack Don't try to ripe me off, just talking like way smack Because I'll leave a shamble, I hustle don't gamble And I'll rock your butt blind like HBO scramble Dogging the WAX!! [Chorus: Dave Storrs] Word! this certain general, ?? Tomio, had determined That this sounds you about to hear, will be devastating in your ear [Verse Three: Ice-T] Sharp as a razor, down as dirt Rhyme is my life, party is my work L.A. is my place, More Righteous is my base So my lyrics make sense, no words I waste Down for a duel, colder than Kool ---> (Kool Moe Dee) Chill with the brothers who built the Old School Rhyme like a rocket, smooths in the pocket Program the 8OA and just lock it Crash the Studio with my crew, twenty four tracks mixed down to two Jam hits the stores, packed kinds of floors Freaks in my hotel room by the scores This MC Ice-T, I rock the freaks to ecstasy Take them to the T-O-P and bust them out officially Never off, always on, rocking to the break of dawn Like this, like that, an emcee that's not the whack All the rappers in the game, recognize my name They write off as been lame, or get me credit for my fame I'm here to make it clear, eighty six is my year I'm the rapper you should fear and I'll have to peer Supreme MC Chief, and when I die in my belief Battle from L.A. to Rome, rock beyond the thunderdome Sound hard, know why? it is, don't try Only the top MCs will master this ability If you do, you'll find out what that misword biddly Or run that other A to me, for high speed poetry Take advice from Ice-T, leave the cuts to Evil E Get a girl, feel the bass, write correct for this funky pasta [Break: DJ Flash displaying Old School turntablizm skills] [Verse Four: Ice-T] I'm dialing M, for murdering fine emcees' heads Showing no remorse, reanimating the dead Kicking dirt in the wombs, turning a wheel in the rap I'll make you run for the hills with a streak up your back My rhymes are pigeons, stock cooler than Cold Boys always convincing, jewelry solid gold Magnified finesse at Hollywood address The perpetrator, cream maker, representing the West Avenge is my best friend, homicide is my life I write my rhymes in my book with blood on the knife Never been beaten in life, never planned to beat Either rocked two days straight before I take a breath The rhymes; memorize them like inside my head And any one who dared bite somehow ends up dead Got a license to kill, dogs refusing to chill Uncut violence is my true thrill I'm a hitman kinda sort of, suckers talk in manure With co-cold man known tactics, no man can endure Not to be mistaken, when Emcees faking All contracts issued, to Ice-T are taken, with the multitude routes You have no chance to shout With the silencer of a ninja, your lights are out Girls cry to sight, some in Latin fight For the posal positions at my jam each night The player from L.A. cooler than any Jay --> (LL Cool J) My name is Ice-T, I make the Mafia Pay Dogging the wax!! [Outro: DJ Flash] Not bad y'all!! Not bad at all!!