...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!