Yo, yo, one-two in the place to be
M.C. Ice-T, you know what I'm sayin'?
Cold loungin' here on the new OG LP
You know, original gangstas in the house
This is going out to all my homeboys on the streets and all the brothers locked down
It's been a long time
Since I hit ya with freestyle
High tech selections
From the vaults of the Ice files
Kick back relax
And watch as I melt wax
Don't ever let a brother like me
Ride a dope track
'Cause once I hit it with the vocal tone
It's mine, have motherfuckers
Rushin' to rewind
'Cause I'll flow slow
And still twist your tongues up
Rock the house from night
'Till the sun's up
'Cause it really ain't
How much you say
It's what you say
I got no fuckin' time on the mic
To play
I write rhymes with addition and algebra
Mental geometry
Don't even come at me
Talkin' that weak and poppin' that bullshit
Get out my face, a fool could get his head split
A lot of doubters said it couldn't be done by me
Them same suckers are now lookin' from under me
Wonderin' what i did
I didn't play myself kid
I respected my fans
And made the high bid
Sometimes I write my rhymes
At night and fall asleep
Wake up with new techniques
Grab the pen
And place it on some loose leaf
Nothin' soft, always the tough meat
The white paper and
Blue lines excite my mind
Not allowin' me to stop the rhyme
Until the whole motherfuckin'
Book's complete
Then I write on the
Back of the sheets
I made a promise
To my brothers in street crime
We'd get paid with the use
Of a sweet rhyme
We put our minds together
Made the tracks clever
Now we're checkin'
More bank than ever
Mind over matter
Mind over matter
I can drop rhymes in twos and threes and fours
And still have much shit left for encores
'Cause when my mind locks in on a dope idea
Motherfuckin' ducks should stand clear
'Cause I'mma hit the topic point blank
It's jail ya better keep your shank
'Cause I got mine and I'm out on a solo creep
Your face hits the concrete
You wanna roll with the niggas that don't play?
I think you got false courage, get out my damn way
'Cause the car I'm in is rollin' full of men
Not kids or boys, E got the Mac 10
Islam's got the Zulu Nation back up
DJ Aladdin's who hooked the fuckin' track up
Syndicate's makin' the move with the ski masks
And I'm housin' the long cash
So now you realize
You underestimated me, the Ice
You thought that I was okay
But now you realize I'm nice
But that's alright 'cause I knew I'd make it in the end
Those who like me now might not have liked me then
But I'mma keep impressin'
Stressin' my lesson
And keep motherfuckers guessin'
Armor plate my mind
With walls and shields
As I escape from the killing fields
Mind over matter
Mind over matter
Mind over matter
Mind over matter
Wise up, move to the tempo of this hype groove
You know this shit is dope
So what you tryin' to prove?
V's max as Evil E
My nigga dogs the wax
My brain's a hand grenade--catch
I'mma hit you with an overload
Of bottomless thought
Reversin' all the shit you're taught
Then throw words at you
Syl-la-ble at-a-time
Your brain recites the rhyme
No matter what you do, the power's over you
When you sleep
You'll be sayin' these rhymes too
'Cause the brain has the power to control all
Think positive, you'll be unable to fall
Brain cells swell, thought process becomes a trance
Make you feel possessed to dance
I'd say I want a million
My mind is so deep
I'll be bustin' a check for it next week
Mind over matter
Mind over matter