...alright, let’s tell ‘em what time it is...

ever since i can remember i hated bein’ nameless
dreamt many years about bein’ famous
since the beginning of time, i’ve been a fighter
by the time i could write i was a songwriter
i spoke out about the things that got me pissed
it’s true i was born with a mic in my fist
i told about my younger life when i did stupid things
like hang with the crew called the Suicide Kings
YEAH, those were the days, G!
i thought it was cool, but now it’s just crazy.
doin’ those things, i coulda got knocked off
i remember some punk almost knocked my block off
i’m glad those days are finally behind me
but as long as i live, they’ll always remind me
to try reach suckaz so they won’t make the same mistakes
no matter what it takes!

i’ve always been dissed for my beliefs
rap music, tho, gives me relief
i will never back down, i’ll take my stand
and say what i feel with a mic in my hand.
your parents and your school wanna shut me up
but i don’t care ‘cos i’ve had enough
i won’t quit this shit ‘cos i’m raw
i work Above the Law!

and i won’t stop, and i won’t quit!
i’m gonna kick this shit!

the other day, i was mindin my business
some fool walked up and said, “yo, what is this?”
“Ice, you’re a chump, you’re wack, you’re a geek.
“You can’t rap worth a crap and your rhymes are weak.”
Now this little wigga was down on his luck
i called him a dick ‘cos he is what he sucks
it was plain to see he was bein’ rude
i remembered that jam i did: i got an attitude
i reached back and put my hand on my steel
rage and anger was all i could feel
i said, “i’d break out now if i were you
“you’re poppin’ more shit than they got at a zoo.”
but he only stood there and chuckled
so i smacked him in the face with my brass knuckles
he went down in a pool of blood
there was so much, it seemed like a flood
am i weak now? am i still wack?
what could he say? his skull was cracked.
i didn’t care, he was just a number
and whaddaya know? now he’s six feet under
step to me, sucka, you’ll get a cracked jaw
i work Above the Law!

and i won’t stop, and i won’t quit!
i’m gonna kick this shit!

you can ban my record, control what i say
but it will still get to your kids, anyway
i’ve got millions of underground outlets
the world will hear my voice, no doubt about it!
it will get to you, and i’ll come correct
the music will grip you, ya can’t hit “eject”
it’ll play on and on, it won’t stop, Tipper Gore
til every single body drops to the fuckin floor
some say raps just a fad and it will come to pass
that’s too bad ‘cos i got news for yo ass
as long as the Man wants to take advantage
i’ll keep kickin the real and do the man damage!

i’ll be the baddest muthafucka that you ever saw!
i work Above the Law!

and i won’t stop, and i won’t quit!
i’m gonna kick this shit!

“how you like me now,” i say?
after i wipe the sweat from my brow, i don’t play
i’m cuttin no slack, jack,
i’m swingin’ my black jack,
i’m takin’ no slap-crap
while i’m peelin’ yo cap back!
my gat’s strapped for any punk who wanna base me
tell the little wigga to check himself or face me
he’s crazy if he thinks he can take me
i been rappin’ for years, ain’t nobody can break me
don’t mistake me for just another midwestern boy
‘cos i guarantee you’ll get played like a toy!

i work Above the Law!

and i won’t stop, and i won’t quit!
i’m gonna kick this shit!

Lyrics submitted by roger wilco

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