"I'm the minstrel man, the cleaning man   The pole man, the shoeshine man   I'm a nigger man, watch me dance      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      Be easy on the cut   Be easy on the cut   Be easy on the cut   And no mistakes allowed      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   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      Kick it   Kick it   Kick it   Kick it      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, "HO"   On the mic is a stone cold vet   Evil E's on the set, hit the deck      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