Hit The Deck Lyrics - The Iceberg / Freedom Of Speech... Just Watch What You Say - Ice T

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 

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, "HOOOOOOOOO!!!" 

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