Iceberg/freedom Of Speech

[ice-t]
E-v-i-l e and ice-t are on a jack move
Layin down the dope groove, smokin those who disapprove
Wreckin the deck, you'll regret if you cross punk
Rollin like a mack truck, waxin those who talk junk
Violent your end, i got your face in my crosshairs
Wanna see your dome bust sucker cause i don't care
Nuttin bout you, your crew, because you talk shit
I'm the lethal weapon boy, ridin the apocalypse
If you're in my way, then lay beneath the ground soon
Violence is my business fool, the microphone of doom
Mission that's to cure all punks as i bust caps
Peelin your back, my ammunition hollow-point raps
You try to run, that makes it even more fun
I just cold lamp and vamp you with the shotgun
Cops try to flex.. but guns they'll never find..
My lethal weapon's my mind!

Chorus: rakim, "microphone fiend" (repeat 2x)

"a lethal weapon..
A lethal weapon..
A lethal weapon..
An assassinator, if the people ain't steppin" *
* skip second line on second repeat

[ice-t]
You hit the deck, as rap busts from my lips
You think i'm finished - i load another clip
Look in my face, i crack an evil grin
Lyrics bring death from the microphone mac-10
Sucker mc's, you ain't down with the syndicate
Try to kick game, but end up talkin weak shit, yo
You're weak, you're wack, you need to quit you lil punk bitch
Go and freak your mother, go dig a damn ditch
Get out my face, i'm tired of the press too
You write about me, i write about you
You think i'm violent, but listen and you will find..
My lethal weapon's my mind!

Chorus

[ice-t]
Up against the wall - it's valentine's day
The massacre's about due for a replay
I'm about to explode - like a hand grenade
Evil e do damage on the crossfade
{*evil e scratches*} cuts like a battleaxe
You try to bite, get iced, my raps are boobytraps
Claim of mine, designed by the ice himself
You beg for mercy as you read the hand you're dealt
{*screaming "ah ahh ahh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"*}
Cause there's no let up, you walked into a set up
It's suckin you down and now you can't get up
Why because you froze the moment we met up
And i never run punk, i go head up
I ain't no fool and new jack poppin fake rap
I rap from the heart and soul, where only facts are kept
Many rappers sell-out pop and other mc's slept
I ain't in no playin mood, so nigga watch your step
Cause if you cross the boss, you go to bed quick
Know my situation boy, don't diss the syndicate
Cause when we chose to move, you're gone
And no remains they'll find..
My lethal weapon's my mind!

Chorus

[ice-t]
More bodies than john gotti, the lethal weapon is slaying
Just open any book, that's ammo to the brain
What really matters, is how well is your weapon trained
Some would say genius, while others would say insane
The weapon power has been witnessed upon my page
From martin luther's "dream", to hitler's psycho rage
What's more powerful - the brain or a twelve gauge?
The words i speak have scared many people to this stage
But promote violence, i really have to disagree
It's entertainment, like "terminator" on tv
But some'll never see, you're stupid ignorant and blind
The lethal weapon's the mind!

Chorus

[ice-t]
The mind..
Think!

The mind..
Youknowhati'msayin?
I got my jammy with me at all times, youknowhati'msayin?
They can't take this one thing away from me
That's got more power, than any gun in the world, youknowhati'msayin?
I'm talkin bout brain power homeboy
They can't mess with me cause i'm too smart for them out there
Youknowhati'msayin? fully strapped, always packed
Go to the library and get some more ammo, youknowhati'msayin?

Yo yo whassup ice man you look upset brother
Yo man, i got a lot of things on my mind man
But i don't know if i should put it on this record, yaknahmsayin?
Man go ahead and kick it man
Let the people know what's happenin man
You know brothers out there sellin out man
Why they goin out like that man?
Yo, sellin out like it ain't nothin man
I ain't with it

[ice-t]
Dig it, i'm just a brother from l.a.
South central, i live life the fly way
Used to bang and hustle but i traded for the big game
Infamy got dumped for fame
Now i'm known and respect as creator of the crime rhyme;
But my lyrics are deeper
Because i'm the one that makes you think before make a move
I wrote "pusher", "high rollers", and "colors" just to prove
That i could kick game, and drop knowledge at the same time
But one l.a. station wouldn't play my records one time
I'm tryin to save my community
But these bourgeoise blacks keep on doggin me
They don't care about violence, drugs and gangs
Kjlh, you ain't about nuttin
You just a bunch of punk bourgeoise black suckers
And this one's for me

You won't play no public enemy
You ain't playin no boogie down productions
You ain't tryin to represent the black community
You just carin about your little ol' r&b +bull+
You play all day and night
I represent los angeles all over the united states
And you ain't did nuttin for me
Think about it

Hold up, i ain't finished on the diss tip
There's a few more punks that i got to rip
All you chump mc's who sell out quick
When p.e. was on the top, you rode the tip
But now they got problems and you suckers run
Who's chuck's real friends, does he really have one?
You yell p.e. this, p.e. that
Fist in the air, proud to be black
Now they got static and you run like punks
I haven't heard an mc stand up for him once
Maybe you suckers are just hopin that they fall off
So you can fill their shoes, nope sorry boss
That's what the matter with black people anyway
We ain't down with nothin, i don't care what you say
Yell or lie, don't even bother
How low will a brother go for a dollar?
Public enemy broke a new rap age
And now you rappers ain't got nuttin to say?
"yo it's their problem" "griff shouldn'ta said it"
E where's my pistol? (yo i'll go get it)
Cause it's time for me to enforce some discipline
Are you down or not, are you out or in?
Chuck flav and griff are my true friends
I got their backs if it means my career ends

All you so-called down mc's with public enemy
I ain't heard nobody out there, tryin to help my man out
Youknowhati'msayin? griff is my man, i don't care what he said
Youknowhati'msayin? and i ain't gon' let them go out like that
Youknowhati'msayin? chuck, ice got your back
Anybody out there got problems with public enemy, come talk to me

Once again, i'm back in the diss mode
I gotta speak my mind, it's time to unload
On this so-called government we've got
If i lied like them, i think i'd get shot
They sell drugs to kids and say it's us
And when the cops are crooks, who can you trust?
You only see young brothers in a drug bust
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
My homey got a year for an ounce of weed
While bush sells weapons to the enemy
You gotta be stone blind not to see
"our government is honest!" nigga, please
Cocaine can't be made in the united states
Kickin facts like this our government hates
The young kids on the streets ain't the enemy
They're just ghetto youth after money
They sell drugs, but who sells drugs to them?
Try the c.i.a. my friend
Or the f.b.i. or even bush
Somebody's gettin rich, damn sure ain't us
We're just killin ourselves while others laugh
Look at the street, it's a cocaine bloodbath
We gotta realize dope is pure death
Mess with drugs, you're breathin your last breath
Sellin drugs is straight up genocide
They're gonna laugh, while we all die

Sittin up there thinkin you're makin that money
Hustlin and all that, you're killin your brothers
Youknowhati'msayin? you just stupid, straight up stupid
Puttin dope into your body - c'mon, youknowhati'msayin?
You gotta get somethin goin out there
Get some brains, youknowhati'msayin?
We are just playin ourselves cold out of the pocket

This one's for me, i make records for you
But this cut i straight out had to do
There's topics in my mind i have to break
Cause so many of you out there are so damn fake
If ya ain't know they're no-one, cutthroats
Backstabbers, scheamin for banknotes
And all of you out there know what i'm talkin bout
If you claim you're down then never sell-out
Never sell out, youknowhati'msayin?
You gotta stay down for yours
You know i want it, sure as i'm ice-t
I make records for you, but this one's for me

You know what i'm talkin bout out there
There's ways to sell out left and right
But you ain't got to do that
There's things more important than money
I'm talkin bout pride, i'm talkin bout dignity
You got it out there
All you got to do is stand on your own two feet
Don't go out like no sucker
Stay down, youknowhati'msayin?
Peace

[ice-t]
Coolin in my crib, cold video dubbin
Fbi wanted? huh, don't mean nuttin
They call that shit a crime? yo that shit's a joke
Hit record on my dope remote
I heard my phone ringin, i wonder who could it be
It was the e, the v, yes the i-l e
He said, "we got static - word, i just got out
Punks tried to move at the club and we shot out
Bullets everywhere," okay what's the prob?
"ink got popped, he's dead as a doorknob."
You bullshittin! "i ain't fuckin around.
The posse's rollin tonight, nigga are you down?"
I grabbed my ak, my 16, and my baby mac
Strapped on my vest, and threw the 9 in the small of my back
I said - chill, don't let nobody move without me
Say you know where they are?
He said, "i know where they be"
Let's peel their caps back
Let's peel their caps back

Twelve o'clock midnight, posse was airtight
Twenty-five cars, under the streetlights
Some people talked, while others cried
Ink was a brother, who shouldn't have died
Then the silence broke, ice what's it gonna be?
38 hard brothers stood and stared at me
There were only two words that i had to say
P-a-y, b-a-c-k
The car's loaded with a silence that could rape the dead
Pistols clipped as the chamber's loaded full of lead
Everyone in the crew knew what i said
Would mean by morning, somebody else soon would be dead
Let's peel their caps back

Nightprowlin for a life to take
That's the answer to the question why
In my throat, there's a"lump, then i swallow it, i ain't no chump
Gace of death, then i cocked my qump
I'm a n`gga on the trigger, madder than$a pitbull
Just layin for a reason to pull
On you, any)duck motherfucker that gets in ey way
I'm insane, and my homeboy's death oade me this way
Dead in the face, made sure tha{ he got him
Let's peel their caps back
Let/s peel their caps back
Then all of a sudden, a bullet oame through my eye
My dome exploded and i belt my other brothers die
I drink my blood as i fell like shit into the street
My corpue stunk like a burnt out rotten piece of meat
But this drama, you'll never hear a word of
Ten brothers died in this st}pid homicidal binge
Automatic uzi motherfuckin bloodbath

Verse 1

This is it, dope from the fly kid
The ice mic is back with the high bid
Suckers you've lost cos players you're not, gangstas you ain't
You're faintin', punk, if you ever heard a gunshot
Yo, the pusher, the player, the pimp gangsta, the hustler
High roller, dead pres folder
Is cold lampin' like a black king on a throne
Evil e...turn up the microphone
So i can ill and break on the rollin' tape
Another album to make? great
Islam turn the bass kick up a bit
Hype the snare, now i got a place to sit
And ride the track like a black mack in his 'lac
Hit the corner slow where the girls are at
And kick game the way it should be done
How you gonna drop science? you're dumb
Stupid ignorant, don't even talk to me
At school you dropped math, science and history
And then you get on the mic and try to act smart
Well let me tell you one thing, you got heart
To perpetrate, you're bait, so just wait
Till the press shove a mic in your face
Or you meet boogie down or chuck d
Stetsasonic or the big daddy
And they ask you about the game you claim you got
Drop science now, why not?
You start to sweat and fret, it gets hot
How'd you get into this spot?

You played yourself...
Yo, yo, you played yourself...

Verse 2

I'm no authority but i know the d-e-a-l
When it comes to dealin' with the females
What you got they want, cash is what they need
Slip sucker and they'll break you with speed
But you meet a freak, you try to turn her out
Spendin' money's what i'm talkin' about
But you fool out, your pockets got blew out
And after the date, no boots, you got threw out
Mad and shook cos your duckets got took
Call her up, phone's off the hook
But who told you to front and flaunt your grip?
You can't buy no relationship

You played yourself...
Yo, homeboy, you played yourself...

Verse 3

I'm in the mc game, a lot of mc's front
And for the money they're sell out stunts
But they claim that they're rich and that they keep cash
Yo, let me straighten this out fast
Two hundred thousand records sold
And these brothers start yellin' 'bout gold?
You better double that, then double that again
And still don't get sooped, my friend
You think you've made it, you're just a lucky man
Guess who controls your destiny, fans
But you diss 'em cos you think you're a star
That attitude is rude, you won't get far
Cos they'll turn on you quick, you'll drop like a brick
Unemployment's where you'll sit
No friends cos you dissed 'em too
No money, no crew, you're through

You played yourself...
That's right, you played yourself...
You played yourself...
Yo, yo, you played yourself...

Verse 4

You got problems, you claim you need a break
But every dollar you get you take
Straight to the dopeman, try to get a beam up
Your idle time is spent tryna scheme up
Another way to get money for a jumbo
When you go to sleep you count five-o's
Lyin' and cheatin', everybody you're beatin'
Dirty clothes and you're skinny cos you haven't been eatin'
You ripped off all your family and your friends
Nowhere does your larceny end
And then you get an idea for a big move
An armed robbery...smooth
But everything went wrong, somebody got shot
You couldn't get away, the cops roll, you're popped
And now you're locked, yo, lampin' on death row
Society's fault? no
Nobody put the crack into the pipe
Nobody made you smoke off your life
You thought that you could do dope and still stay cool? fool.

You played yourself...
You played yourself...
Ain't nobody else's fault, you played yourself.