[Verse 1]

You might have heard my first rap or maybe never

But Ice-T is back and colder than ever

You've seen me before but might not know my name

On the hit movie Breakin', on TV or [?]

Got pull, got juice, won a million contests

I'm the MC legend dominating the West

Not a East coast rapper, don't claim to be

But I'm down with the best in New York City

Got clout in the East when I travel there

'Cause I'm known as the West coast pioneer

With the power of Godzilla, all cities beware

Ice-T is bringing terror and MC fear

[Verse 2]

The def rhyme writer, killer of biters

And if you got a woman, I'm the man to excite her

She's cold, I'll melt her, you run for shelter

Because I rock her butt like helter skelter

Got respect for my fans, none for the wack

You push me to battle, you go home in a sack

I must be very bold to talk like that

But this is not a brag, it's a matter of fact

If you wanna battle me, I won't be hard to find

Just step right up, there ain't no line

I put the mic in your hand, you bust your very best rhyme

I pull your eardrums out, I rock so hard you'll go blind

You fall to your knees, bleeding from your ears

Soaking my Adidas in your [?]

Then I rhyme point-blank, never shooting a dud

You beg me for mercy while I stand in your blood

[Verse 3]

I cold rock like a riot that's loud, not quiet

Keep it sweet at the [?], what I want, I buy it

On a plane and I fly, gold like a pirate

Eating well, never diet, living good, you should try it

My word manipulation with precise organization

And correct orchestration will subtract all hesitation

Of your bodies [?] pulsing to the signals that I create

No argument or debate, relax, I make them feel great

[Verse 4]

Now my homeboys in the East, you know they're def

And I'll be down with them until my very last breath

Afrika Islam, Whodini and more

Grandmaster Caz, the Cold Crush Four

Run-DMC are two friends of mine

They made "Sucker MCs" to hit you blind

A lot of people say I wear a hat to look like Run

I only wear a hat when my hair ain't done

But there's many MCs, there's many crews

And if you don't like me, then I don't like you

They travel three thousand miles, they jump off [?] planes

They come to battle Ice-T in his own domain

They come to the West coast looking for a bit of success

But I service [?] Express

Because I cannot be done no matter what they may think

I got more gold than Knox, more money than Brinks

I got more juice than [?] got grapes

And got more women than Kellogg's got flakes

Cold rock a party like a neutron bomb

Clean out the suckers and the jam goes on

I'm the West coast titan, brought up fighting

And I tolerate no MC biting

My crowd is secure, 'cause my rhymes are pure

And I gain more [?] every show encore

[Verse 5]

Lyrics on this record are to express

The point of view of the undisputed West coast best

My friends and teachers are hip-hop greats

Grandmaster, grandmixing, dominating the state

I don't rap to battle, but I guard my throne

So if you want to come back, bring your own microphone

Have your life insurance signed before you enter

'Cause I serve your butt colder than a nuclear winter

The battle mercenary, hip-hop dignitary

Though styles may change, music may vary

In any rapping endeavour, my rhymes will be more clever

'Cause Ice-T is here and colder than ever