Personal by Ice-T
Personal by Ice-T

Personal

Ice-T * Track #8 On Power

Personal Lyrics

[Intro]
And the guitar's on there?
Do this

[Verse 1]
Emcee's no time out, it's time to rhyme out
You dug your own grave, now you must climb out
Dig out, crawl out, hide from the fallout
'Cause when I get mad, I go all out
Ice, cooler than the coldest cube, dude
And when I'm micin', boy, I'm known to get rude
Criminal background, it's time to get down
I use a silencer, don't like the loud sound
Of my mic blast, you better run fast
The last punk that popped junk passed
Spit on his grave, laughed, jumped in my stretch
Signed his bitch an autograph
Syndicate, boy, I don't fool out
You're full grown, school's out
You try to diss? I think you better cool out
'Cause your butt is smoke if we ever duel out
This jam is directed to all of those who expected
For me to cold be rejected, but now I'm highly respected
Now their ears are infected with dollar signs I collected
Jealous punks, I said it
Take it personal

[Verse 2]
Take it personal, punk, I'm talkin' to you
And if they agree with you, then your crew too
I never diss an emcee, I wish 'em all good luck
But if you diss me to my face, duck
My style don't ramble, you shouldn't gamble
With your grill, I got a fist like an anvil
I write a record, lock it on the topic
Evil and Is' dog the track, then we drop it
Record stores rock it, stock it, fans buy it
People that never heard of Ice-T try it
Then you try to diss? You got gall
I got gold on my neck and gold on my wall
Gold on my fingers, gold in my ear
When this jam's spinnin', gold's what you hear, toy
This ain't Christimas, no time to play
I ain't no child, punk, you'll get sprayed
Illin' on a mega-villain
You must want a pine box to go chill in
Buried deep, creep, no one'll weep
'Cause the next night, with your bitch I'll sleep
Take it personal

[Verse 3]
I ain't East Coast, West Coast, new style or old style
You wanna know about me? Check police files
Get out my face or you might have a bruised one
Brass knuckle prints? Yes, I used some
I ain't here to boast, I don't do that
When I talk it's straight dope, pure facts
I rock hard but still called a new jack
But talk shit, you're sure to get head-cracked
I don't drink or smoke or do dumb drugs
But my posse's still labeled street thugs
LAPD's got all my boy's mugs
Can't use my phone for the damn bugs
I live in privacy, don't like suckers hawkin' me
News reporters, some think they can talk for me
Lies, misquotes, changin' all my words around
But if I catch 'em on the street, they'll get beat down
They make money for hype-type publicity
They don't think twice about dissin' me
But that's a mistake, with the Syndicate you shouldn't mess
I hope them punk reporters wear vests
Take it personal

[Refrain]
Take that personal

[Verse 4]
Now the words I kick to some might sound radical
But I'll explain, it's simply mathematical
You diss, I diss, this creates an equal
You reply to my diss, this is called a sequel
I reply to your diss, this is called a battle
Not intelligent, not very adult
So I don't battle, I just put heads out
A straight line is always the direct route
I write lyrics clear to leave no doubt
Don't even have to say who I'm speakin' about
You know who you are, you're just jealous
'Cause you hear my records are million sellers
Try to say I'm wack out on the streets
While your whole crew is jockin' my beats
See me on TV and in the papers
See me at a jam, catch vapors

[Outro]
Personal
This shit is personal
Personal

Personal Q&A

Who wrote Personal's ?

Personal was written by Ice-T.

Who produced Personal's ?

Personal was produced by Afrika Islam & Ice-T.

When did Ice-T release Personal?

Ice-T released Personal on Sun Sep 13 1998.

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