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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
Writer(s): Richard M. Sherman, Robert B. Sherman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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