E-v-i-l e and ice-t are on a jack move Layin down the dope groove, smokin those who disapprove Wreckin the deck, youll regret if you cross punk Rollin like a mack truck, waxin those who talk junk Violent your end, I got your face in my crosshairs Wanna see your dome bust sucker cause I dont care Nuttin bout you, your crew, because you talk shit Im the lethal weapon boy, ridin the apocalypse If youre in my way, then lay beneath the ground soon Violence is my business fool, the microphone of doom Mission thats to cure all punks as I bust caps Peelin your back, my ammunition hollow-point raps You try to run, that makes it even more fun I just cold lamp and vamp you with the shotgun Cops try to flex.. but guns theyll never find.. My lethal weapons my mind! Chorus: rakim, microphone fiend （repeat 2x） A lethal weapon.. A lethal weapon.. A lethal weapon.. An assassinator, if the people aint steppin * * skip second line on second repeat You hit the deck, as rap busts from my lips You think Im finished - I load another clip Look in my face, I crack an evil grin Lyrics bring death from the microphone mac-10 Sucker mcs, you aint down with the syndicate Try to kick game, but end up talkin weak shit, yo Youre weak, youre wack, you need to quit you lil punk bitch Go and freak your mother, go dig a damn ditch Get out my face, Im tired of the press too You write about me, I write about you You think Im violent, but listen and you will find.. My lethal weapons my mind! Up against the wall - its valentines day The massacres about due for a replay Im about to explode - like a hand grenade Evil e do damage on the crossfade {*evil e scratches*} cuts like a battleaxe You try to bite, get iced, my raps are boobytraps Claim of mine, designed by the ice himself You beg for mercy as you read the hand youre dealt {*screaming ah ahh ahh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!*} Cause theres no let up, you walked into a set up Its suckin you down and now you cant get up Why because you froze the moment we met up And I never run punk, I go head up I aint no fool and new jack poppin fake rap I rap from the heart and soul, where only facts are kept Many rappers sell-out pop and other mcs slept I aint in no playin mood, so nigga watch your step Cause if you cross the boss, you go to bed quick Know my situation boy, dont diss the syndicate Cause when we chose to move, youre gone And no remains theyll find.. My lethal weapons my mind! More bodies than john gotti, the lethal weapon is slaying Just open any book, thats ammo to the brain What really matters, is how well is your weapon trained Some would say genius, while others would say insane The weapon power has been witnessed upon my page From martin luthers dream, to hitlers psycho rage Whats more powerful - the brain or a twelve gauge? The words I speak have scared many people to this stage But promote violence, I really have to disagree Its entertainment, like terminator on tv But somell never see, youre stupid ignorant and blind The lethal weapons the mind! The mind.. Think! The mind.. Youknowhatimsayin? I got my jammy with me at all times, youknowhatimsayin? They cant take this one thing away from me Thats got more power, than any gun in the world, youknowhatimsayin? Im talkin bout brain power homeboy They cant mess with me cause Im too smart for them out there Youknowhatimsayin? fully strapped, always packed Go to the library and get some more ammo, youknowhatimsayin?