Artist: Ice-T f/ DJ Evil E the Great, Trigger Tha gambler (SMG) Album: Gang Culture (Recorded Live in Europe) * Song: Medley Typed by: firstname.lastname@example.org * Originally performed Live At The Miles Davis Hall, Montreux, Switzerland On July 10th, 1995 [Verse One: Ice-T] Six in the morning, police at my door Fresh Adidas® squeak across the bathroom floor Out my back window, I made my escape Didn't even get a chance to grab my old school tape Mad with no music, but happy cause free And the streets to a player is the place to be Got a knot in my pocket, weighing at least a grand Gold on my neck, my pistol is closed in hand I'm a self-made monster of the city streets Remotely controlled by hard Hip-Hop beats But just living here in Montreux is a serious task Didn't know what the pigs wanted, didn't have time to ask [Break: Trigger Tha gambler] EVERYBODY, PUMP YOUR FIST!! EVERYBODY, PUMP YOUR FIST!! PUMP YOUR FIST!! [Ice-T] Say WORD!! Now after that one, we even got funkier, remember this one? I remember this one [Break: Trigger Tha gambler] COME ON!! WAVE YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!! AND WAVE THEM LIKE YOU'RE JUST DON'T CARE!! JUST WAVE YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!! AND WAVE THEM LIKE YOU'RE JUST DON'T CARE!! [Verse Two: Ice-T] I-C-E B-E-R-G - what's that spell? Iceberg nigga, can't you read? Time to bleed, slaughter, slice Try to say I wasn't nice as we waxed them punks like lab mice Dice them up, slice them up, dissect Put you in a boiling pot and let your ass sweat Cause I rap on game you say I'm weak in a freestyle? Well 911 you should dial Before my posse makes a move on your mom's crib Think we got knives and guns? - (We got bombs, kid) Blow up your whole block, you hear the gunshots Throw you in the Syndicate cellar and watch your body rot Cause I'm the coldest motherfucker that you ever heard Call me The Ice, or just The Iceberg [Break: Ice-T] Yeah, Yeah, yeah!! - Come On!! Just The Iceberg, can I do one about Evil E? - say YEAH!! [Verse Three: Ice-T] Evil E was at Cesspool with a freak one night Fucked the bitch with a flashlight (DAMN!!) Pulled it out and left the batteries in So he could get a charge when he begins (UHH!!) Used his dick, the shit was tight Bitch's titties start blinking like tail lights Rolled her over to change the connection The bitch's ugly face, cold spoiled his erection I'm the Ice rhymer, big timer And yes I'm a pimp, player, hustler, kind of Mack Poet, impressive, I know it Don't only rhyme for niggaz cause I live my life co-ed On the mic, it's living, breathing hype, a 1995 type Dolomite Cool motherfucker (WORD!!) call me The Ice, or just The Iceberg [Break: Evil E] Yeah, put your fist in the air, let's go COME ON!! COME ON!! COME ON!! COME ON!! COME ON!! COME ON!! Power, say POWER!! say POWER!! say POWER!! say POWER!! Evil E, say POWER!! Evil E, say POWER!! Say POWER!! say POWER!! say POWER!! [Verse Four: Ice-T] I'm living large as possible, posse unstoppable Style topical, vividly optical Listen, you'll see them, sometimes I'll be them Cops, critics and punks, never ever wanted to see us in (POWER) Well, that's too bad, Apocalypse Now I'm back and I'm mad We're coming, you're running, cold and cunning Ice-T on the mic (Said What?) Top Gunning After your neck, checking respect Making you sweat, Rhyme Syndicate boy in effect The rap motivator, teacher, talker, the rhyme stalker Words thrilling, so real, they're chilling The hit author, getting louder than a shot gun You don't want none RHYME PAYS was the name of the album But that was number one, this was number two My posse grew, we're gonna break through with POWER! [Outro: Trigger Tha gambler] POWER!! YO, PUMP IT UP!! PUMP IT UP!! POWER!! JUST PUMP IT UP!! PUMP IT UP!! POWER!!