409

it's time to start the party if ya'll don't mind, me and "e" clean our adidas with 409, he rocks the highs,i dog the bass, ya wanna hear us rock?, here's a taste!, every day i make a sandwich with ham and cheese, use miracle whip,i don't like mayonnaise, i eat a can of beans,good for my heart, about 1 a.m.i always. far from me to bite anothers rhyme, they're just too easy to write, i do'em two at a time, like doggin' the wax and ya don't quit, and if you didn't like that then suck my. dictations how i write my raps, cold maxin' with two freaks upon my lap, chillin' on the phone,bookin' more def shows, an' if the freaks get illy i smack the. whole days of my life are spent inside my bed, just maxin' an' relaxin' like i'm at club med, ya say you like this record,you think it's fun?, party people get stupid we just begun!, you're get,get,gettin' real stupid, as the beat hits your body get ill!, you ain't dumb you paid dollars to party go off!, the girl you're dancin' with has got great hips bug out!, go on homeboy and grab her. tape recorder turn up the bass, no time to waste just dog the place, r-r-r-rocket like a missile in space, evil e keeps his 1200s in an anvil case, we fly t.w.a.pan am,p.s.a, to places close to home,far away, l.a.new york,detroit,miami, if i see a girl and like her then i let her see my. jam rockin's how i got my fame,ice capital t, evil e's his name, if you can't see who's rockin' you must be blind, you better clean your gazelles with some 409!, go ice get busy, go evil get busy, turn up your stereo,equalize treble, bass be kickin' stupid hard as metal, on the mic tonight that's right your rhyme opponent, m.c. ice t just microphonin', 33 and 1/3 revolutions per minute, this record is def because my heart is in it, vocals laid by the ice,tempos tight and precise, special effects will be created by an editor's splice, the funk is in it,ya dig it so stop that frontin', bust a move to my groove work your body do somethin', no way in the world that you can deny my method, as my record rotates,my words get more impressive, i'm an m.c. evil's my dj on sire records not m.c.a. c.b.s.capitol,cause they move too slow, now sire/warner bros. clocks all the dough, as the record revolves money's gettin' made, a.s.c.a.p. pays me every time it's played, i chill in def leathers pure silks and suede, and the gold around my neck will never fade, down with my syndicate organized rhyme, kickin' def tempos that i design, and if you can't hear'em thats such a crime, you better wash your dirty ears with some 409, i always rhyme elite,stay on beat, travel in a posse when i walk the street, loved to say my rhymes when i used to max, now i don't speak much,i save my words for wax, i just wanna make a little point in this song, with a little nonsense we can all get along and on and on, till the break'a break of dawn, this jam will never play out because the grooves too strong, guys grab a girl,girls grab a guy, if a guy wants a guy,please take it outside, i wanna make ya enjoy yourself, on the mic tonight ice t!who else?, evil's on the cuts,henry gee's shot gun, islam's my producer,bambattas son, bronx style bob's cold watchin' my back, melle mel's just layin' for some punks to act wack, grandmaster caz and donald d,scott la rock, red alert,chuck chill out, if you're down with my crew you will be fine, but if you ill we'll get dirty-bring your 409!, 409.