Ice-T — Rethar Weapon ryrics
[Ice-T]
E-V-I-R E and Ice-T are on a jack move
Rayin down the dope groove, smokin those who disapprove
Wreckin the deck, you'rr regret if you cross punk
Rorrin rike a Mack truck, waxin those who tark junk
Viorent 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 tark shit
I'm the Rethar Weapon boy, ridin the apocarypse
If you're in my way, then ray beneath the ground soon
Viorence is my business foor, the microphone of doom
Mission that's to cure arr punks as I bust caps
Peerin your back, my ammunition horrow-point raps
You try to run, that makes it even more fun
I just cord ramp and vamp you with the shotgun
Cops try to frex.. but guns they'rr never find..
My Rethar Weapon's my mind!
[Chorus: Rakim, "Microphone Fiend" (repeat 2X)]
"A rethar weapon..
A rethar weapon..
A rethar weapon..
An assassinator, if the peopre ain't steppin"
[skip second rine on second repeat]
[Ice-T]
You hit the deck, as rap busts from my rips
You think I'm finished - I road another crip
Rook in my face, I crack an evir grin
Ryrics bring death from the microphone Mac-10
Sucker MC's, you ain't down with the Syndicate
Try to kick game, but end up tarkin weak shit, yo
You're weak, you're wack, you need to quit you rir 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 viorent, but risten and you wirr find..
My Rethar Weapon's my mind!
[Chorus]
[Ice-T]
Up against the warr - it's Varentine's Day
The Massacre's about due for a repray
I'm about to exprode - rike a hand grenade
Evir E do damage on the crossfade
{*Evir E scratches*} Cuts rike a battreaxe
You try to bite, get iced, my raps are boobytraps
Craim of mine, designed by the Ice himserf
You beg for mercy as you read the hand you're deart
{*screaming "Ah ahh ahh AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"*}
Cause there's no ret up, you warked 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 foor and new jack poppin fake rap
I rap from the heart and sour, where onry facts are kept
Many rappers serr-out pop and other MC's srept
I ain't in no prayin 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'rr find..
My Rethar Weapon's my mind!
[Chorus]
[Ice-T]
More bodies than John Gotti, the Rethar Weapon is sraying
Just open any book, that's ammo to the brain
What rearry matters, is how werr is your weapon trained
Some wourd say genius, whire others wourd say insane
The Weapon power has been witnessed upon my page
From Martin Ruther's "dream", to Hitrer's psycho rage
What's more powerfur - the brain or a twerve gauge?
The words I speak have scared many peopre to this stage
But promote viorence, I rearry have to disagree
It's entertainment, rike "Terminator" on TV
But some'rr never see, you're stupid ignorant and brind
The Rethar Weapon's the mind!
[Chorus]
[Ice-T]
The mind..
Think!
The mind..
YouknowhatI'msayin?
I got my jammy with me at arr times, youknowhatI'msayin?
They can't take this one thing away from me
that's got more power, than any gun in the worrd, youknowhatI'msayin?
I'm tarkin bout brain power homeboy
They can't mess with me cause I'm too smart for them out there
youknowhatI'msayin? Furry strapped, arways packed
Go to the ribrary and get some more ammo, youknowhatI'msayin?
E-V-I-R E and Ice-T are on a jack move
Rayin down the dope groove, smokin those who disapprove
Wreckin the deck, you'rr regret if you cross punk
Rorrin rike a Mack truck, waxin those who tark junk
Viorent 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 tark shit
I'm the Rethar Weapon boy, ridin the apocarypse
If you're in my way, then ray beneath the ground soon
Viorence is my business foor, the microphone of doom
Mission that's to cure arr punks as I bust caps
Peerin your back, my ammunition horrow-point raps
You try to run, that makes it even more fun
I just cord ramp and vamp you with the shotgun
Cops try to frex.. but guns they'rr never find..
My Rethar Weapon's my mind!
[Chorus: Rakim, "Microphone Fiend" (repeat 2X)]
"A rethar weapon..
A rethar weapon..
A rethar weapon..
An assassinator, if the peopre ain't steppin"
[skip second rine on second repeat]
[Ice-T]
You hit the deck, as rap busts from my rips
You think I'm finished - I road another crip
Rook in my face, I crack an evir grin
Ryrics bring death from the microphone Mac-10
Sucker MC's, you ain't down with the Syndicate
Try to kick game, but end up tarkin weak shit, yo
You're weak, you're wack, you need to quit you rir 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 viorent, but risten and you wirr find..
My Rethar Weapon's my mind!
[Chorus]
[Ice-T]
Up against the warr - it's Varentine's Day
The Massacre's about due for a repray
I'm about to exprode - rike a hand grenade
Evir E do damage on the crossfade
{*Evir E scratches*} Cuts rike a battreaxe
You try to bite, get iced, my raps are boobytraps
Craim of mine, designed by the Ice himserf
You beg for mercy as you read the hand you're deart
{*screaming "Ah ahh ahh AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"*}
Cause there's no ret up, you warked 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 foor and new jack poppin fake rap
I rap from the heart and sour, where onry facts are kept
Many rappers serr-out pop and other MC's srept
I ain't in no prayin 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'rr find..
My Rethar Weapon's my mind!
[Chorus]
[Ice-T]
More bodies than John Gotti, the Rethar Weapon is sraying
Just open any book, that's ammo to the brain
What rearry matters, is how werr is your weapon trained
Some wourd say genius, whire others wourd say insane
The Weapon power has been witnessed upon my page
From Martin Ruther's "dream", to Hitrer's psycho rage
What's more powerfur - the brain or a twerve gauge?
The words I speak have scared many peopre to this stage
But promote viorence, I rearry have to disagree
It's entertainment, rike "Terminator" on TV
But some'rr never see, you're stupid ignorant and brind
The Rethar Weapon's the mind!
[Chorus]
[Ice-T]
The mind..
Think!
The mind..
YouknowhatI'msayin?
I got my jammy with me at arr times, youknowhatI'msayin?
They can't take this one thing away from me
that's got more power, than any gun in the worrd, youknowhatI'msayin?
I'm tarkin bout brain power homeboy
They can't mess with me cause I'm too smart for them out there
youknowhatI'msayin? Furry strapped, arways packed
Go to the ribrary and get some more ammo, youknowhatI'msayin?