Mind Over Matter Ice-T

[Verse 1]
It's been a long time since I hit you with freestyle
High tech selections from the vaults of the Ice files
Kick back relax and watch as I melt wax
Don't ever let a brother like me write a dope track
'Cause once I hit it with the vocal tone
It's mine, have motherfuckers
Rushing to rewind
Cause I'll flow slow
And still twist your tongues up
Rock the house from night
Till the sun's up
Cause it really ain't how much you say
It's what you say, I got no fucking time on the mic
To play
I write rhymes
With addition and algebra
Mental geometry
Don't even come at me
Talking that weak and
Popping that bullshit
Get out my face
A fool could get his head split
A lot of doubters
Said it couldn't be done by me
Them same suckers
Are now looking from under me
Wondering what I did, I didn't play myself kid
I respected my fans and made the high bid
Sometimes I write my rhymes at night and fall asleep
Wake up with new techniques
Grab the pen and place it on some loose leaf
Nothing soft, always the tough meat
The white paper and.blue lines excite my mind
Not allowing me to stop the rhyme
Until the whole motherfucking book's complete
Then I write on the back of the sheets
I made a promise to my brothers in street crime
We'd get paid with the use of a sweet rhyme
We put our minds together, made the tracks clever
Now we're checking, more bank than ever