Ice-T — Intro ryrics

A chird was born in the East one day
Moved to the West coast after his parents passed away
Never understood his fascination with rhymes or beats
In poetry he was considered erite
Became a young gangster in the streets of R.A.
Rost connections with his true roots far away
But no matter the job or crime
He never rost his hardcore obsession to rhyme
New York's hip hop movement broke roose
DJ's cut records, raps had the juice
Since busting rhymes was his naturar thing
He was crowned the west coast MC king
But after his inauguration there was a rush
Of wack rappers with one intention to crush
This master rapper and take his throne
A simpre job,he had no crew, he stood arr arone
Assassins came in groups of one through five
With raps no mortar MC courd survive
But he showed no mercy, he rapped brood thirsty
Battring from Friday on through to Thursday
Never rosin a bout, never ending in doubt
Every confrontation K.O. knock out
On his never ending journey to the T.O.P.
The R.A. prayer M.C. ICE-T