Hit the Deck

Im the minstrel man, the cleaning man,

The pole man, the shoeshine man

Im a nigger man, watch me dance {unknown movie}

I put the lyrics on the paper with the pen

Evil e makes the records spin

Islam drops the beats that you rock to

Thought that I would never get you? got you

Doggin the floor like you know you never done before

How could a brother be so hardcore

And still keep you on the floor like a maniac

Thats your question? well ima answer that

Im on the mic tonight Im here to do it right

Ice, the capital t, airtight

Coolest of the cool, a mack on a mission

Step to me fool - youre missin

Minus, gone, pow, youre outta here

This aint no game to me, this is my career

Throw me a mic, plug it in, bet!

I wont be happy til the dancefloors wet

I aint no rookie, Im a microphone vet

Evil es on the set, hit the deck!

{scratching be easy on the cut （3x）

And no mistakes allowed -> rakim}

E-m-c-e-e, i-c-e-t, a-n-d, dj evil e

Doggin the deck like its never been done before

You had enough? more!

Here we go, Im about to blow up

Dont you dare bite my rhymes, Ill make you throw up

Poison soaked in an acid bath

Swallow homeboy, your throatll need a skin graft

Toss it up, while the dj known as evil cuts

You wanna know whats happenin - what?

The beat become my soul, Im goin out of control

Look in my face as my eyeballs roll

Back in my head and the mic glows red

Step in my face and youll wind up dead

yo, thanks, I needed that

I was posessed by this treacherous track

Watch out word this aint no joke

A sucker tried to flex and his arm got broke

Dont make a move that youll regret

Evil es on the set, hit the deck!

{scratched kick it （4x）}

You start to think and wonder bout how its done

An emcee? maybe I could be one

Drop the thought, get a job, change your mind

To be a dope mc takes time

Eight years of mine, no time for draggin

You wanna be an mc? get off the bandwagon!

But if its in your heart, get a pen

Dont stop writin til the inkflow ends

Work and work and dont halfstep

Dog the mic every chance you get

Motivation must be kept

Stay down and build your rep

Yo so let me demonstrate, rappin as a fine art

And when Im finished, you can take this rap apart

Analyze my elements and tactics

First Im over there, and then Im back to this

I jumble topics, you wont know where Ill go

Back in your face with a cold but steady flow

You feel the power of the ice in the first row

You already know what to say, hooooooooo!!!

On the mic is a stone cold vet

Evil es on the set, hit the deck

{evil e scratches for a long time}

Im in my mode, called the fourth episode

Or the last verse, if you wanna decode

So I gotta raise the heat, hype up the beat

Switch the mic from airtight to elite

Pounce upon the deck, it aint wet yet

Let me see how hot you can get

Then Ill turn up the amps, blow out the lights

Youre in darkness, then the mic ignites

Glowin like it did before, but even more

The room is lit, the raps are hardcore

Evil cuts the records like a psycho with a switchblade

You see a blur -- thats the crossfade

Loud and proud, words bombard the crowd

Look up in the air -- you see a mushroom cloud

I kick flavor to a musical track

Too fast to catch, too complex to match

Im gettin hyped as hype can get

Evil es on the set! hit the deck