Seven deadly sins (repeated several times ­ Morgan Freeman)
[Jay-Z]
Yeah yeah yo Ice what's up?
Just chilling ya heard? It's the god.
Know what I mean?
Heard you preparing to drop this 7th deadly sin
Know what I mean?
Just showing, you know, love, you know what I mean?
One player to another, you know coastal
How we do you know? Connect
Hit me up, give me a call. You know how we do?
Peace out
Roc-A-Fella Style, Peace
[Ice-T]
Motherf*ckers said I'd never survive, here I am
Check your sound scan virally grand out the box
Bitches and glocks, hoes got rocks on my table
F*ck your cable, you better Ice that shit
F*ck you income you better twice that shit
You couldn't see me if you stood right in front of a pimp
You niggas make a million dollar but still manage to sink
I can stop for 10 years and still be 5 years in front of ya
What do ya want?
Mad bitched to flaunt
And mad wealth, but you f*ckin hoes yourself
If you caught one its like a lesbian connect
You and a bitch all pussy no dick
Since '86 I been bustin off clips
Mashin mad whips, bendin hot chicks
Westside them niggas that ride for this shit
Fly to New York City, crack a Brooklyn bitch
You see me in a tunnel with my niggas on hit
Light skinned nigga in the full ink mink
F*ckin off chump change on bitches and drinks
(Yo Ice you f*ck that bitch?)
Nigga what do you think?
I aint f*ckin these hoes cause these bitches aint payin
Pimpin to me, that aint no bullshit sayin
Every song I hear today's about straight trickin
Mother f*ck a bitch, hoe get your heels kickin
And all you niggas out there that don't like me
F*ck you! F*ck what you're goin through, f*ck your hood
And all my real motherf*ckers know it's all in the good
A nigga came up like a real pimp should
I feel you players out there givin me love
And all my dead homies watchin me from above
And all you down bitches recognize in the heat
Step to a pimp when you see me on the street
Let a nigga know that you down to hoe
Represent the Ice and collect the dough
This aint nothing new aint no mother f*ckin façade
I've bee rockin shit for over 10 years god
You haters paralyze when a real baler comes around
Nigga give it up and put you f*ckin head down
Cause you don't wanna talk to about how much dope you sold
You don't wanna talk 'bout how hard you claim your role
You don't really look me in the eyes sucker
(Know why?) Cause game knows game
And I don't know you buster
You got a deal with you own reflection in the mirror
So what you did a bid
You still a bitch kid
And not too many niggas gonna do what I did
Come off the streets, make raps about the lifestyle
Real for my niggas from the ghetto to the penile
Say what you will I moved to the hills
The seventh deadly is envy
Nigga f*ck how you feel!
Ice-T - Power Album Lyrics
Ice-T - Power Lyrics
Writer: Eisten Tapia
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Power
I'm livin' large as possible,posse unstoppable
Style topical,vividly optical
Listen,you'll see'em sometimes I'll be'em
Cops,critics and punks,necer ever wanta see me in POWER
Well,that's too bad,Apocalypse Now I'm back and I'm mad
We're comin',you're runnin' cold and cunning
Ice T on the mic,TopGunning
After your neck,checkin' respect,makin' you sweat
Rhyme Syndicate boy in effect
The rap motivator,teacher,talker,night rhyme stalker
Words thrillin',so real they're chillin',the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun,you don't want none
RHYME PAYS was the name of the album
But that was number one,this is the number two
The posse grew,we're gonna break through
Power
Somebody line up the suckers who refuse to recognize the truth
Tie up the punks who refuse to understand the youth
My posse's growin' and it's gettin' larger every day
Detroit,Chi-Town,Pittsburgh,Houston,L.A.
Come on,come on,come on,toys,let's play
Circle the calendar,perpetrator doomsday
ICE T fool man of my own full grown
I cause havoc when I speak upon the microphone
I'm outspoken,no jokin',get in my face your jaw will get broken
Layin' it,sayin' it,then you're playing it
Lyrics so heavy that you might try weighin' it
Hated by many but I hate'em back
Loved by troopers who know where it's at
You might like me,might think I'm wack
But don't step to me 'cause the boy stays strapped
I'm taking no shorts,hatin' the courts,hatin' the judges
Punk DA's with their personal grudges
I hate the clubs that think with their butts
No hats,no jeans,no sneakers,no what?
No beepers,no gold? Yo kiss my ass
We'll wait and see who gets the last laugh
We'll have the power
Power [x3]
Power it starts with P like pussy
She knows she's got it,she doesn't worry,does she?
Spendin' your cash,leavin' you in the trash
While your little head's thinkin',they're gone in a dash
They got it,know it,that's why they show it
The power of sex,if man could overthrow it
He'd be king in a day,no way.We get rich,hard,give it away
We're weak and as we speak,the girls are hawkin'
Sizin' me up straight out as I'm talkin'
But you gotta have control if you want the gold
I don't wanta be alone like Stallone
So I keep my mind thinkin' 'bout the green
And stop dwellin' on the in-between
I got the power
Power
I'm on a mission mackin' hard as a hammer
Take my picture,I might take your camera
My posse might move,and they move fast
A fool's move could be a punk's last
Ain't no criminal although I used to be
Ain't no new jack rappin' ain't new to me
I been makin' records on wax since 1982
Now it's 1988 finally I'm coming through
That adds up to six years of makin' ok jams,but now I'm mad
Here comes the body slam
Turnin' out concerts,house'n the industry
Lovin' all the fly girls screamin' for ICE T
Rollin' with the Syndicate my unstoppable battalion
38 Solid gold my medalion
Gainin' velocity,momentum and energy
ICE Capital T
I got the power
Power
So you say that I'm a fake think,you really must be a fool
I been to jail more times than you have probably been in school
Shot at,shot back,hit,and seen my buddies killed
That's the foundation upon the raps of ICE-T are built
I say what I think,the system does stink
Money you walk,you short,you're writin' from the klink
Come on,what's up,you know the laws are full of bull
Prey on the lame,release those with pull
Power!I know you wanta try it
Well check out money can buy it
Control and mold the world to do your wishin'
The knowledge of power is mine,so just listen
Money controls the world and that's it
And once you got it,then you can talk shit
Power
You have the power
Power
You have the power
I got the power [fade out]
Style topical,vividly optical
Listen,you'll see'em sometimes I'll be'em
Cops,critics and punks,necer ever wanta see me in POWER
Well,that's too bad,Apocalypse Now I'm back and I'm mad
We're comin',you're runnin' cold and cunning
Ice T on the mic,TopGunning
After your neck,checkin' respect,makin' you sweat
Rhyme Syndicate boy in effect
The rap motivator,teacher,talker,night rhyme stalker
Words thrillin',so real they're chillin',the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun,you don't want none
RHYME PAYS was the name of the album
But that was number one,this is the number two
The posse grew,we're gonna break through
Power
Somebody line up the suckers who refuse to recognize the truth
Tie up the punks who refuse to understand the youth
My posse's growin' and it's gettin' larger every day
Detroit,Chi-Town,Pittsburgh,Houston,L.A.
Come on,come on,come on,toys,let's play
Circle the calendar,perpetrator doomsday
ICE T fool man of my own full grown
I cause havoc when I speak upon the microphone
I'm outspoken,no jokin',get in my face your jaw will get broken
Layin' it,sayin' it,then you're playing it
Lyrics so heavy that you might try weighin' it
Hated by many but I hate'em back
Loved by troopers who know where it's at
You might like me,might think I'm wack
But don't step to me 'cause the boy stays strapped
I'm taking no shorts,hatin' the courts,hatin' the judges
Punk DA's with their personal grudges
I hate the clubs that think with their butts
No hats,no jeans,no sneakers,no what?
No beepers,no gold? Yo kiss my ass
We'll wait and see who gets the last laugh
We'll have the power
Power [x3]
Power it starts with P like pussy
She knows she's got it,she doesn't worry,does she?
Spendin' your cash,leavin' you in the trash
While your little head's thinkin',they're gone in a dash
They got it,know it,that's why they show it
The power of sex,if man could overthrow it
He'd be king in a day,no way.We get rich,hard,give it away
We're weak and as we speak,the girls are hawkin'
Sizin' me up straight out as I'm talkin'
But you gotta have control if you want the gold
I don't wanta be alone like Stallone
So I keep my mind thinkin' 'bout the green
And stop dwellin' on the in-between
I got the power
Power
I'm on a mission mackin' hard as a hammer
Take my picture,I might take your camera
My posse might move,and they move fast
A fool's move could be a punk's last
Ain't no criminal although I used to be
Ain't no new jack rappin' ain't new to me
I been makin' records on wax since 1982
Now it's 1988 finally I'm coming through
That adds up to six years of makin' ok jams,but now I'm mad
Here comes the body slam
Turnin' out concerts,house'n the industry
Lovin' all the fly girls screamin' for ICE T
Rollin' with the Syndicate my unstoppable battalion
38 Solid gold my medalion
Gainin' velocity,momentum and energy
ICE Capital T
I got the power
Power
So you say that I'm a fake think,you really must be a fool
I been to jail more times than you have probably been in school
Shot at,shot back,hit,and seen my buddies killed
That's the foundation upon the raps of ICE-T are built
I say what I think,the system does stink
Money you walk,you short,you're writin' from the klink
Come on,what's up,you know the laws are full of bull
Prey on the lame,release those with pull
Power!I know you wanta try it
Well check out money can buy it
Control and mold the world to do your wishin'
The knowledge of power is mine,so just listen
Money controls the world and that's it
And once you got it,then you can talk shit
Power
You have the power
Power
You have the power
I got the power [fade out]
Writer: AFRIKA ISLAM, TRACY LAUREN MARROW
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Drama
Cruisin' for a bruisin', I'm talkin' no crap
Pipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap
I'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no playin'
The posse's most strapped, tonight the crew's weighin'
Dust is burnin', the steering wheel's turnin'
I'm out a week, I'm already earnin'
Suckers crossed, tonight it's their loss
Payback time, boy, life's the cost
Gauges out the window, one lay cross the roof
They all die if them suckers ain't bullet proof
I'm rollin' death tollin', of course the car's stolen
But I'm blind to what's wrong, all I want is what's golden
A fool in a fight, too dumb to know right
F*ckin' blue lights, read 'em their rights
Drama
Drama
Drama
Drama
I copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less
I keep a bank for that don't know about the rest
Copped another piece, hit the dark streets
Rollin' once again, f*ck the damn police
Called up my boy Joe, a roof job pro, 459 on his mind car stereos
He said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week
3 a.m. on the dot, inside we creep
Got Alpines, Fishes, JVC's,
Motorola Phones, Sony Color TV's
Had the ride packed up 'til we heard "freeze"
F*ckin' blue lights, read 'em their rights
Drama
Drama
Drama
Drama
4 in the morning, lights in my face
That's the time, you know the place
Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass
Detects in effect, cold doggin' my ass
"What's your date of birth?", "What's your real name?"
I stuck to my alias, I know the game
If they don't know who you are, then they don't know what you've done
"You're just makin' this harder on yourself, son"
I know this shit by heart, I'm too clever
"Have you ever been arrested before?"
"Nope, never"
DA reject all over his face
You see, no confession, no case
Then my boy started illin', talkin' and tellin'
Son of a bitch, he was a snitch
Drama
Drama
Drama
Drama
Drama
Under I went, I caught a case and a half
He dropped the mallet, then the judge laughed
Now I'm in the penzo, chillin' like a real pro
I can't move until the man says go
A puppet of the big game, an institutional thing
I wouldn't be here if I fed my brain
Got knowledge from school books, instead of street crooks
Now all I get is penitentiary hard looks
The joint is like an oven of caged heat
You're just a number, another piece of tough meat
Killers and robbers are all you great
Act soft you will get beat
On death row they got their own hot seat
For those who feel that they are truly elite
The last thing you see's a priest
The lights dim, your life ends
Drama
Pipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap
I'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no playin'
The posse's most strapped, tonight the crew's weighin'
Dust is burnin', the steering wheel's turnin'
I'm out a week, I'm already earnin'
Suckers crossed, tonight it's their loss
Payback time, boy, life's the cost
Gauges out the window, one lay cross the roof
They all die if them suckers ain't bullet proof
I'm rollin' death tollin', of course the car's stolen
But I'm blind to what's wrong, all I want is what's golden
A fool in a fight, too dumb to know right
F*ckin' blue lights, read 'em their rights
Drama
Drama
Drama
Drama
I copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less
I keep a bank for that don't know about the rest
Copped another piece, hit the dark streets
Rollin' once again, f*ck the damn police
Called up my boy Joe, a roof job pro, 459 on his mind car stereos
He said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week
3 a.m. on the dot, inside we creep
Got Alpines, Fishes, JVC's,
Motorola Phones, Sony Color TV's
Had the ride packed up 'til we heard "freeze"
F*ckin' blue lights, read 'em their rights
Drama
Drama
Drama
Drama
4 in the morning, lights in my face
That's the time, you know the place
Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass
Detects in effect, cold doggin' my ass
"What's your date of birth?", "What's your real name?"
I stuck to my alias, I know the game
If they don't know who you are, then they don't know what you've done
"You're just makin' this harder on yourself, son"
I know this shit by heart, I'm too clever
"Have you ever been arrested before?"
"Nope, never"
DA reject all over his face
You see, no confession, no case
Then my boy started illin', talkin' and tellin'
Son of a bitch, he was a snitch
Drama
Drama
Drama
Drama
Drama
Under I went, I caught a case and a half
He dropped the mallet, then the judge laughed
Now I'm in the penzo, chillin' like a real pro
I can't move until the man says go
A puppet of the big game, an institutional thing
I wouldn't be here if I fed my brain
Got knowledge from school books, instead of street crooks
Now all I get is penitentiary hard looks
The joint is like an oven of caged heat
You're just a number, another piece of tough meat
Killers and robbers are all you great
Act soft you will get beat
On death row they got their own hot seat
For those who feel that they are truly elite
The last thing you see's a priest
The lights dim, your life ends
Drama
Writer: CHARLES ANDRE GLENN, TRACY MARROW
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Heartbeat
Once again,my friends,it's time to rock it till the party ends
Rhymin' with timin',while EVIL E lets the record spin
Kickin' it,hittin',rockin',just so dope it's shockin'
Because I be layin' rhymes super sly,'cause this is do or die
Make it or break it,although most emcees do fake it
I'll say the ICE can't take it,time to microphone bake it
Raise the heatin' level,break out your coal shovel
Pump the temp,I'm sweatin' like a devil
Listen to my heartbeat,it's beatin' like a wild man
But that's natural,'cause you know that I am
No punk,no chump,no fool,no toy
Try to get ill and serve you,boy
I'm on a hype tip,this ain't no ego trip
Just rollin' thick as hell,champagne I sip as well
Listen and you'll envision,this rap's metabolism
I think the beat is dope,but it's still your decision
Whether to turn it on,turn it off
Turn it up,make it loud,make it soft
EQ me with new frequencies or
Just rewind me till the tape bleeds
My heartbeat's kickin' like a saturday movie
Some say it's def,some say it's groovy
I say it's fly,you know why?
Because it's spoken by the brother,whose name is spent with the "I"
The C-E-T.,Cold Chillin' rhyme villain on the M-I-C.
With raps roarin',I'm never borin',I keep tourin'
My record sales keep soarin' and soarin'
I'll make a million,maybe two
Buy some rides,gold blow the dough on my crew
Wake up the next morning broke as hell
But not for long 'cause my records sell
My heartbeat's kickin' like a gun shot
Why not?That's who I made it for,the hardrocks
Better watch your gold when the posse breaks
Because what they want is what they take
But I'm coolin',I'm never foolin',too busy rulin'
Sucker emcees who need microphone schoolin'
Leave'em dazed,dogged,served and droolin'
By the playin' punk slayin' mac of microphone duelin'
Heartbeat [scratch freestyle]
This conglomeration is just a demonstration
Of rap's penetration to the core of our nation
Some rappers get down with toy commercial sounds
I had my choice,I chose the underground
Like me or hate me,now if you want you can rate me
My beat is by ISLAM,the cut's by the great E.
My heartbeat is kickin',it's kickin' louder and louder
It's gettin' deffer and deffer,I'm feelin' prouder and prouder
Not robbin' or killin',just mic illin'
The phone rings,"WE MADE ANOTHER MILLION"
Break out the Dom and pop the corks
Catch a flight to New York
Hit the L.Q. watch RED spin,"IT'S CLOSED"
Brooklyn strikes again
Heartbeat [scratch]
Once again,my friends,it's time to rock it till the party ends
Rhymin' with timin',while EVIL E lets the record spin
Kickin' it,hittin',rockin',just so dope it's shockin'
Because I be layin' rhymes super sly,'cause this is do or die
Make it or break it,although most emcees do fake it
I'll say the ICE can't take it,time to microphone bake it
Raise the heatin' level,break out your coal shovel
Pump the temp,I'm sweatin' like a devil
Listen to my heartbeat,it's beatin' like a wild man
But that's natural,'cause you know that I am
No punk,no chump,no fool,no toy
Try to get ill and serve you
Boy [fade out]
Rhymin' with timin',while EVIL E lets the record spin
Kickin' it,hittin',rockin',just so dope it's shockin'
Because I be layin' rhymes super sly,'cause this is do or die
Make it or break it,although most emcees do fake it
I'll say the ICE can't take it,time to microphone bake it
Raise the heatin' level,break out your coal shovel
Pump the temp,I'm sweatin' like a devil
Listen to my heartbeat,it's beatin' like a wild man
But that's natural,'cause you know that I am
No punk,no chump,no fool,no toy
Try to get ill and serve you,boy
I'm on a hype tip,this ain't no ego trip
Just rollin' thick as hell,champagne I sip as well
Listen and you'll envision,this rap's metabolism
I think the beat is dope,but it's still your decision
Whether to turn it on,turn it off
Turn it up,make it loud,make it soft
EQ me with new frequencies or
Just rewind me till the tape bleeds
My heartbeat's kickin' like a saturday movie
Some say it's def,some say it's groovy
I say it's fly,you know why?
Because it's spoken by the brother,whose name is spent with the "I"
The C-E-T.,Cold Chillin' rhyme villain on the M-I-C.
With raps roarin',I'm never borin',I keep tourin'
My record sales keep soarin' and soarin'
I'll make a million,maybe two
Buy some rides,gold blow the dough on my crew
Wake up the next morning broke as hell
But not for long 'cause my records sell
My heartbeat's kickin' like a gun shot
Why not?That's who I made it for,the hardrocks
Better watch your gold when the posse breaks
Because what they want is what they take
But I'm coolin',I'm never foolin',too busy rulin'
Sucker emcees who need microphone schoolin'
Leave'em dazed,dogged,served and droolin'
By the playin' punk slayin' mac of microphone duelin'
Heartbeat [scratch freestyle]
This conglomeration is just a demonstration
Of rap's penetration to the core of our nation
Some rappers get down with toy commercial sounds
I had my choice,I chose the underground
Like me or hate me,now if you want you can rate me
My beat is by ISLAM,the cut's by the great E.
My heartbeat is kickin',it's kickin' louder and louder
It's gettin' deffer and deffer,I'm feelin' prouder and prouder
Not robbin' or killin',just mic illin'
The phone rings,"WE MADE ANOTHER MILLION"
Break out the Dom and pop the corks
Catch a flight to New York
Hit the L.Q. watch RED spin,"IT'S CLOSED"
Brooklyn strikes again
Heartbeat [scratch]
Once again,my friends,it's time to rock it till the party ends
Rhymin' with timin',while EVIL E lets the record spin
Kickin' it,hittin',rockin',just so dope it's shockin'
Because I be layin' rhymes super sly,'cause this is do or die
Make it or break it,although most emcees do fake it
I'll say the ICE can't take it,time to microphone bake it
Raise the heatin' level,break out your coal shovel
Pump the temp,I'm sweatin' like a devil
Listen to my heartbeat,it's beatin' like a wild man
But that's natural,'cause you know that I am
No punk,no chump,no fool,no toy
Try to get ill and serve you
Boy [fade out]
Writer: MAURICE VAN DER MOLEN, ROBIN SEBASTIAAN KLAVER, MARK SANDERLIN, TOFER BROWN, ALLIE CRYSTAL, BROOKE FORMAN, ALEC RYAN MAIRE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Ultra Tunes, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Ultra Tunes, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
The Syndicate
(feat. Donald-D, Hen-Gee)
[Ice-T]
Liquid, solid, gas - we'll be kickin ass
In any form, or matter, or mass
(This ain't science class) I know but it's science
From the rhyme boss of the Syndicate alliance
( ? )
Rhyme Syndicate brotherhood, we rock a blood oath
Radical posse down to death
While your crew's on the tape, Donald-D break
[Donald-D]
Syndicate comin through, I'm talkin to you
Flexin hardcore, what could you do?
When we roll up you send your girl up to the crib-o
Is it Rambo? No, the mic ammo
Stompin you down on the ground, task forces
Let you know Rhyme Syndicate bosses
Any show, any tour, we house program
Donald-D is who I am, damn
[Hen-Gee]
Atttempt to do this, boy, you're takin a risk
Cause my voice sounds doper than a compact disc
Styles and lyrics ( ? ) in the pocket
Stupid dope beats and Evil E rocks it
( ? ) straight from my heart
My jam is sure to hit the top of the charts
Ram is my sign, he's different from all kinds
Rock you all of the time, just form a single line
[Ice-T]
A lot of MC's like to talk 'bout they self
A first-grade topic, I think you need help
How many time on one album can you say you're def?
"I'm baaaad" - Yo punk, save your breath
That's weak shit from a weak mind
And a weak mind creates weak rhymes
You ain't never kicked knowledge one time
Just livin on your own dick (that's a crime)
Homeboy, why don't you talk about somethin
You just talkin loud and sayin nothin
And if you get mad, sorry brother
And when you're in LA, watch your colors
[Donald-D]
I'm a MD, but no medical doctor
Mic-Dominator Donald-D has got you
Comin to the jamboree to hear the poetry
And when you break north, the melody
Stick to your mind like paste, it can't be erased
Face to face I overpower like bass
To the climax, I don't carry a sax
I carry a axe to tax and wax those who rap
[Hen-Gee]
Born in Brooklyn, crib West Coast
MC's I toast, you that talk most
Trash, noise, can't throw, get with it
Comin from the mouth of Hen-Gee from the Syndicate
Ballers, mafia down to throw
Gangsters, convicts throwin solid blows
Start prayin, your sisters I'm layin
I'm Hen-Gee, a Spinmaster, hear what I'm sayin?
(Party on the dancefloor)
[DJ Evil E cuts up]
(Evil E's in the place)
(Doggin the wax)
[Hen-Gee]
An organization, alliance, no duplication
Rhyme Syndicate, a strong creation
The Syndicate's stronger day by day
12-gauge leave suckers brutally..
Layin in a ( ? )
Your lines are thin, Hen-Gee came to win
Don't talk a bunch, just known to crunch
My one-two punch will put your butt out to lunch
[Donald-D]
Full-court pressure's what I'm applyin
No relyin on the next man, roar like a lion
Flexin, plexin ultra, the Bronx is my culture
Strikin hard like a vulture
Flingin, I'm slingin my hammer like Thor
No singin, bringin it raw to the core
Shogun assassin maxin in a limousine
You stick your head in, out comes the guillotine
[Ice-T]
( ? ) the game as I kick it
Don't miss it, get with it
Diss it, you're a knucklehead evicted
From the crowd that's proud to be the Syndicate connection
Respect mandatory, up is the direction
I stand alone, one man that's true
But you, my crew, you're on my side
We're on a ride
Power and pride is our gift
And you're down with
The Syndicate
[Ice-T]
Liquid, solid, gas - we'll be kickin ass
In any form, or matter, or mass
(This ain't science class) I know but it's science
From the rhyme boss of the Syndicate alliance
( ? )
Rhyme Syndicate brotherhood, we rock a blood oath
Radical posse down to death
While your crew's on the tape, Donald-D break
[Donald-D]
Syndicate comin through, I'm talkin to you
Flexin hardcore, what could you do?
When we roll up you send your girl up to the crib-o
Is it Rambo? No, the mic ammo
Stompin you down on the ground, task forces
Let you know Rhyme Syndicate bosses
Any show, any tour, we house program
Donald-D is who I am, damn
[Hen-Gee]
Atttempt to do this, boy, you're takin a risk
Cause my voice sounds doper than a compact disc
Styles and lyrics ( ? ) in the pocket
Stupid dope beats and Evil E rocks it
( ? ) straight from my heart
My jam is sure to hit the top of the charts
Ram is my sign, he's different from all kinds
Rock you all of the time, just form a single line
[Ice-T]
A lot of MC's like to talk 'bout they self
A first-grade topic, I think you need help
How many time on one album can you say you're def?
"I'm baaaad" - Yo punk, save your breath
That's weak shit from a weak mind
And a weak mind creates weak rhymes
You ain't never kicked knowledge one time
Just livin on your own dick (that's a crime)
Homeboy, why don't you talk about somethin
You just talkin loud and sayin nothin
And if you get mad, sorry brother
And when you're in LA, watch your colors
[Donald-D]
I'm a MD, but no medical doctor
Mic-Dominator Donald-D has got you
Comin to the jamboree to hear the poetry
And when you break north, the melody
Stick to your mind like paste, it can't be erased
Face to face I overpower like bass
To the climax, I don't carry a sax
I carry a axe to tax and wax those who rap
[Hen-Gee]
Born in Brooklyn, crib West Coast
MC's I toast, you that talk most
Trash, noise, can't throw, get with it
Comin from the mouth of Hen-Gee from the Syndicate
Ballers, mafia down to throw
Gangsters, convicts throwin solid blows
Start prayin, your sisters I'm layin
I'm Hen-Gee, a Spinmaster, hear what I'm sayin?
(Party on the dancefloor)
[DJ Evil E cuts up]
(Evil E's in the place)
(Doggin the wax)
[Hen-Gee]
An organization, alliance, no duplication
Rhyme Syndicate, a strong creation
The Syndicate's stronger day by day
12-gauge leave suckers brutally..
Layin in a ( ? )
Your lines are thin, Hen-Gee came to win
Don't talk a bunch, just known to crunch
My one-two punch will put your butt out to lunch
[Donald-D]
Full-court pressure's what I'm applyin
No relyin on the next man, roar like a lion
Flexin, plexin ultra, the Bronx is my culture
Strikin hard like a vulture
Flingin, I'm slingin my hammer like Thor
No singin, bringin it raw to the core
Shogun assassin maxin in a limousine
You stick your head in, out comes the guillotine
[Ice-T]
( ? ) the game as I kick it
Don't miss it, get with it
Diss it, you're a knucklehead evicted
From the crowd that's proud to be the Syndicate connection
Respect mandatory, up is the direction
I stand alone, one man that's true
But you, my crew, you're on my side
We're on a ride
Power and pride is our gift
And you're down with
The Syndicate
Writer: CHARLES ANDRE GLENN, TRACY MARROW
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Radio Suckers
People,it's time for the Ice crush
So listen to my words I bring much
Sense,as I commence,my lirycs intense
Get telephoto,break out your big lens
Look,check out the sales charts
My record's kickin',I'm breakin' P.D.'s hearts
They banned me from their shows
Because they said I'm too hard
But no sell-out,I guess I'm just barred
I ain't changin' mine for no body
They bleeped words from Doug's LA-DE-DA-DE
I can't get a bleep?What's the deal?
Maybe my words are just too real
It's not profanity,it's just the man and me
He doesn't want you to see what I see
Doesn't want you to be what you can be
Word,censorship of reality
Radio suckers never play me [x3]
[sampler of PE "rebel without a pause"]
Suckers don't,but some do
The real troopers bring the ICE to you
And close friends to me,yea,PUBLIC ENEMY
These stations have high intellect
They don't pretend to be,too bourgeois to rock a jam raw
Understand what I'm sayin',they're down by law
They play the jams that are right,sometimes not polite
They realize you gotta get some people uptight
Speak the word,your voice will definitely be heard
Lie to yourself,you're destined to be to the curb
Some stations don't care,they'll never put on the air
Nothin' but commercial junk,their brain power's impaired
They don't listen or try to hear what I write
Maybe just think once,or try some school at night
They're makin' radio wack,people have to escape
But even if I'm banned,I'll sell a million tapes
Radio suckers never play me [x3]
I made records for music,not for the money
To some of you that might sound funny
But I ain't broke,and I don't joke
And my lirics are known to make ears smoke
Clear as a gun scope,I speak the pure dope
Can the radio handle the truth?...Nope
Uncut,no edits,no censors
You can get a plastic rapper from any ol'dispenser
A penny a yard,to make a record ain't hard
But to make it mean something,that's a job
But then we do it,they refuse it
So I tell them duck suckers to cold go screw it
We shouldn't sell out,we should just yell out
And get them wack motherf*ckers the hell out
Radio suckers never play me [x4]
Cruisin' down the street what do I see?
Crash Task Force,L.A.P.D.
Gangs illin',wildin' and killin'
Hustlers on a roll,like they got a million
Girls on the strap and you know that
You know the guys will stop wildin' if you stop that crap
But you can't,you want money so bad
You'll jock anything with the Gucci tag
You gotta have it,so the men go get it
Robbin' and stealin',soon to regret it
Livin' in a jail cell,feelin' like a dumbbell
While you jump the next jock,well
That's reality,that's what I see
Nobody says that you have to agree
Censorship that ain't the way to be
I thought you said this country was free?
Radio suckers never play me [x2]
Tone it down,...Is what they say to me
The FCC will not allow profanity
Your subject matter's too hard,make a love song
You better get real,come on
I ain't no lover,I'm a fighter
Hard core radical rap rhyme writer
Pushin' the botton,E does the cuttin'
Everything I say amounts to something
More than a single rap,I'm too deep for that
I lay my lirics with logic,press the wax
Play it on your tape deck,feel the effect
If you can't take the heat,eject
But I know you can,'cause you're an ICE-T fan
No sell-outs here,my man
Radio....[fade out]
So listen to my words I bring much
Sense,as I commence,my lirycs intense
Get telephoto,break out your big lens
Look,check out the sales charts
My record's kickin',I'm breakin' P.D.'s hearts
They banned me from their shows
Because they said I'm too hard
But no sell-out,I guess I'm just barred
I ain't changin' mine for no body
They bleeped words from Doug's LA-DE-DA-DE
I can't get a bleep?What's the deal?
Maybe my words are just too real
It's not profanity,it's just the man and me
He doesn't want you to see what I see
Doesn't want you to be what you can be
Word,censorship of reality
Radio suckers never play me [x3]
[sampler of PE "rebel without a pause"]
Suckers don't,but some do
The real troopers bring the ICE to you
And close friends to me,yea,PUBLIC ENEMY
These stations have high intellect
They don't pretend to be,too bourgeois to rock a jam raw
Understand what I'm sayin',they're down by law
They play the jams that are right,sometimes not polite
They realize you gotta get some people uptight
Speak the word,your voice will definitely be heard
Lie to yourself,you're destined to be to the curb
Some stations don't care,they'll never put on the air
Nothin' but commercial junk,their brain power's impaired
They don't listen or try to hear what I write
Maybe just think once,or try some school at night
They're makin' radio wack,people have to escape
But even if I'm banned,I'll sell a million tapes
Radio suckers never play me [x3]
I made records for music,not for the money
To some of you that might sound funny
But I ain't broke,and I don't joke
And my lirics are known to make ears smoke
Clear as a gun scope,I speak the pure dope
Can the radio handle the truth?...Nope
Uncut,no edits,no censors
You can get a plastic rapper from any ol'dispenser
A penny a yard,to make a record ain't hard
But to make it mean something,that's a job
But then we do it,they refuse it
So I tell them duck suckers to cold go screw it
We shouldn't sell out,we should just yell out
And get them wack motherf*ckers the hell out
Radio suckers never play me [x4]
Cruisin' down the street what do I see?
Crash Task Force,L.A.P.D.
Gangs illin',wildin' and killin'
Hustlers on a roll,like they got a million
Girls on the strap and you know that
You know the guys will stop wildin' if you stop that crap
But you can't,you want money so bad
You'll jock anything with the Gucci tag
You gotta have it,so the men go get it
Robbin' and stealin',soon to regret it
Livin' in a jail cell,feelin' like a dumbbell
While you jump the next jock,well
That's reality,that's what I see
Nobody says that you have to agree
Censorship that ain't the way to be
I thought you said this country was free?
Radio suckers never play me [x2]
Tone it down,...Is what they say to me
The FCC will not allow profanity
Your subject matter's too hard,make a love song
You better get real,come on
I ain't no lover,I'm a fighter
Hard core radical rap rhyme writer
Pushin' the botton,E does the cuttin'
Everything I say amounts to something
More than a single rap,I'm too deep for that
I lay my lirics with logic,press the wax
Play it on your tape deck,feel the effect
If you can't take the heat,eject
But I know you can,'cause you're an ICE-T fan
No sell-outs here,my man
Radio....[fade out]
Writer: AFRIKA ISLAM, TRACY LAUREN MARROW
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Im Your Pusher
Yo,it's time for me to pump the volume
No problem,the record's revolvin'
Evil's the mixer,I'm the rap trixister
Paparazzi on the bum rush for pictures
Ice,coolin',yo colder than ever
Punk executioner E pull the lever
Rotate the wax tehn cut an'axe the tracks
Push up the levels till the red lights max
Don't try to size up,you better wise up
To the rap criminals,we're succeeded
Dope beats and lyrics,no beepers needed
For this drug deal,I'm the big wheel
The dope I'm sellin',you don't smoke,you feel
Out on the dance floor,on my world tour
I'm sellin' dope in each and every record store
I'm the king pin when the wax spins
Crack or smack will take you to a sure end
You don't need it,just throw that stuff away
You wanna get high?Let the record play
Mc Ice t
I'm your pusher
I know you're lovin' this drugs as it's comin' out your speaker
Bass thru the bottons,highs thru the tweeters
But this base you don't need a pipe
Just a tempo to keep your hype
Groovin' like I see you doin'
Some stupid crack would just ruin
Your natural high,why?..that ain't fly
And anyone who says it is,lies
Move like I knew you would,like I knew could
And if you ain't cracked out,then I know you should
Be able to give me a clap,to match exact with the track
And since I know that you ain't,I expect that
Oh now this jam is lit,it's like the ultimate
People high off dope but still physically fit
I'll make a million bucks,pack my dough in trucks
From sellin' dope beats,dope rhymes,dope cuts
I'll be the biggest dope dealer in history
Because all the fly will be high off that Ice-T
I'm your pusher
I'm bring it to boil,Evil E rock it up
You want it?..I don't think you got enough
Last suckers crossed,Syndicate shot'em up
Cops found'em in the lake bottom up
I don't play when it comes to my dope
I check my lyrics close,like with a microscope
I don't clean'em up with no ivory soap
I leave'em hard and pure,hope that you can cope
Because you might O.D. if you overdrive
This record,tape or CD,because the sound I've
Created on this wax is like a chemical
And the knowledge I give,makes me invincible
I'm your pusher
The cops don't know what to do,because my dope breaks thru
No matter what they do,my stuff gets to you
Kickin' on the Boulevard,my tempo's hyped and hard
I don't ask,the ICE just bogards
Sire Records puts me out,with Warner Bros. clout
My dope hits the streets with no doubt
Evil E adds the cut,then removes it
IZ checks for purity,then approves it
And then you get it,try it,and like it
And if it ain't potent,we remix and spike it
To bring you the pure dope,not a noose in a rope
Because if you're doin' crack,you're on death row
You're just a toy punk,to mess with that junk
You want some real dope,come look in my trunk
The dope I'm sellin' is life,100% legit
So get real fool,and try some real hit
MC Ice t
I'm your pusher
I'm your pusher
No problem,the record's revolvin'
Evil's the mixer,I'm the rap trixister
Paparazzi on the bum rush for pictures
Ice,coolin',yo colder than ever
Punk executioner E pull the lever
Rotate the wax tehn cut an'axe the tracks
Push up the levels till the red lights max
Don't try to size up,you better wise up
To the rap criminals,we're succeeded
Dope beats and lyrics,no beepers needed
For this drug deal,I'm the big wheel
The dope I'm sellin',you don't smoke,you feel
Out on the dance floor,on my world tour
I'm sellin' dope in each and every record store
I'm the king pin when the wax spins
Crack or smack will take you to a sure end
You don't need it,just throw that stuff away
You wanna get high?Let the record play
Mc Ice t
I'm your pusher
I know you're lovin' this drugs as it's comin' out your speaker
Bass thru the bottons,highs thru the tweeters
But this base you don't need a pipe
Just a tempo to keep your hype
Groovin' like I see you doin'
Some stupid crack would just ruin
Your natural high,why?..that ain't fly
And anyone who says it is,lies
Move like I knew you would,like I knew could
And if you ain't cracked out,then I know you should
Be able to give me a clap,to match exact with the track
And since I know that you ain't,I expect that
Oh now this jam is lit,it's like the ultimate
People high off dope but still physically fit
I'll make a million bucks,pack my dough in trucks
From sellin' dope beats,dope rhymes,dope cuts
I'll be the biggest dope dealer in history
Because all the fly will be high off that Ice-T
I'm your pusher
I'm bring it to boil,Evil E rock it up
You want it?..I don't think you got enough
Last suckers crossed,Syndicate shot'em up
Cops found'em in the lake bottom up
I don't play when it comes to my dope
I check my lyrics close,like with a microscope
I don't clean'em up with no ivory soap
I leave'em hard and pure,hope that you can cope
Because you might O.D. if you overdrive
This record,tape or CD,because the sound I've
Created on this wax is like a chemical
And the knowledge I give,makes me invincible
I'm your pusher
The cops don't know what to do,because my dope breaks thru
No matter what they do,my stuff gets to you
Kickin' on the Boulevard,my tempo's hyped and hard
I don't ask,the ICE just bogards
Sire Records puts me out,with Warner Bros. clout
My dope hits the streets with no doubt
Evil E adds the cut,then removes it
IZ checks for purity,then approves it
And then you get it,try it,and like it
And if it ain't potent,we remix and spike it
To bring you the pure dope,not a noose in a rope
Because if you're doin' crack,you're on death row
You're just a toy punk,to mess with that junk
You want some real dope,come look in my trunk
The dope I'm sellin' is life,100% legit
So get real fool,and try some real hit
MC Ice t
I'm your pusher
I'm your pusher
Writer: TRACY LAUREN MARROW, AFRIKA ISLAM, CURTIS MAYFIELD
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Personal
Emcee's no time out, it's time to rhyme out
You've 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 and 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
And now their ears are infected
With dollar signs I've collected
Jealous punks, I said it!
Take it personal
(Personal)
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 IZ 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-villan
You must want a pine box to go chill in
Buried deep, creep, no one will weep
'Cause the next night with your bitch I'll sleep
Take it personal
(Personal)
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 heard cracked
I don't drink or smoke or do dumb drugs
But my posse's still labeled street thugs
L.A.P.D's got all my boy's mugs
Can't use my phone for the damn bugs
I live in privacy, don't like suckers hawking 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 get 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 those punk reporters wear vests
Take it personal
(Personal)
Take that personal
(Personal)
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 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 T.V. and in the papers
See me at a jam, catch vapors
(Personal)
This shit is personal
You've 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 and 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
And now their ears are infected
With dollar signs I've collected
Jealous punks, I said it!
Take it personal
(Personal)
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 IZ 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-villan
You must want a pine box to go chill in
Buried deep, creep, no one will weep
'Cause the next night with your bitch I'll sleep
Take it personal
(Personal)
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 heard cracked
I don't drink or smoke or do dumb drugs
But my posse's still labeled street thugs
L.A.P.D's got all my boy's mugs
Can't use my phone for the damn bugs
I live in privacy, don't like suckers hawking 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 get 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 those punk reporters wear vests
Take it personal
(Personal)
Take that personal
(Personal)
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 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 T.V. and in the papers
See me at a jam, catch vapors
(Personal)
This shit is personal
Writer: CHARLES ANDRE GLENN, TRACY MARROW
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Girls L.G.B.N.A.F.
1-2, 1-2-1-2-3, I'm the emcee called Ice-T
That's DJ Evil E, Islam creates the beats
You girls look so sexy
I wish you all were up here with me
You drive me crazy with those big ole butts
Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And F*ck!
Tonight, I'm tryin' to make this real clear, dear
I've no time to whisper in your ear
No time to remove our fears
I just wanna get near
Get butt naked and roll around
Move our bodies like up and down
Do that stuff that your mama calls smut
Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And F*ck!
Come on, you know you want to do it too
It's good to me, and it's good to you
I only speak what's true
You say you don't, but I know you do
Come on up to my room
We'll undress by the light of the moon
Lay down and I'll caress that butt
Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And F*ck!
I mean real stupid and nasty
I know what you want, so you don't have to ask me
Just lay back and I'll operate
Jimbraski will go to work and penetrate
And then we'll both feel great
Make your move tonight, girl, don't hesitate
We both want it, don't make it tough
Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And F*ck!
Homeboys, you know the situation
You're trying to rap but they give you frustration
Nose in the air, turnin' you down
When you really wanta say, "Yo baby let's get down"
But you don't, you keep frontin'
Kickin' conversation, ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
When all that's really on your mind is what?
"Yo baby L.G.B.N.A.F."
That's right if you're a man you want it
If you're a woman you tease him and flaunt it
But my crew got to have it
And after they dog it, I autograph it
The SYNDICATE don't lecture
We move in a group, seduce and capture
And if the posse has good luck
The girls will get butt naked and f*ck that night
ISLAM takes the pictures
And girls, I'mma say EVIL E's gonna get ya
Get ya illin' in a nude mode
A double X-rated episode
Hotel rooms cold explode, when my posse unloads
Sex in effect when we're on the road
Put your hands up in the air
If you love sex I know you're out there
Safe sex that is, ya got to be careful with this 88 sex biz
But that's another song
Girls, move your bodies sexy and the brothers will come along
Homeboys, move in on that butt and say!
Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And F*ck!
That's DJ Evil E, Islam creates the beats
You girls look so sexy
I wish you all were up here with me
You drive me crazy with those big ole butts
Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And F*ck!
Tonight, I'm tryin' to make this real clear, dear
I've no time to whisper in your ear
No time to remove our fears
I just wanna get near
Get butt naked and roll around
Move our bodies like up and down
Do that stuff that your mama calls smut
Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And F*ck!
Come on, you know you want to do it too
It's good to me, and it's good to you
I only speak what's true
You say you don't, but I know you do
Come on up to my room
We'll undress by the light of the moon
Lay down and I'll caress that butt
Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And F*ck!
I mean real stupid and nasty
I know what you want, so you don't have to ask me
Just lay back and I'll operate
Jimbraski will go to work and penetrate
And then we'll both feel great
Make your move tonight, girl, don't hesitate
We both want it, don't make it tough
Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And F*ck!
Homeboys, you know the situation
You're trying to rap but they give you frustration
Nose in the air, turnin' you down
When you really wanta say, "Yo baby let's get down"
But you don't, you keep frontin'
Kickin' conversation, ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
When all that's really on your mind is what?
"Yo baby L.G.B.N.A.F."
That's right if you're a man you want it
If you're a woman you tease him and flaunt it
But my crew got to have it
And after they dog it, I autograph it
The SYNDICATE don't lecture
We move in a group, seduce and capture
And if the posse has good luck
The girls will get butt naked and f*ck that night
ISLAM takes the pictures
And girls, I'mma say EVIL E's gonna get ya
Get ya illin' in a nude mode
A double X-rated episode
Hotel rooms cold explode, when my posse unloads
Sex in effect when we're on the road
Put your hands up in the air
If you love sex I know you're out there
Safe sex that is, ya got to be careful with this 88 sex biz
But that's another song
Girls, move your bodies sexy and the brothers will come along
Homeboys, move in on that butt and say!
Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And F*ck!
Writer: CHARLES ANDRE GLENN, A ICE T, TRACY P MARROW
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
High Rollers
Speed of life,fast,it's like walkin' barefoot over broken glass
It's like,jumpin' rope on a razor blade
All lightning quick decisions are made
Lifestyle plush,females rush
This high profile personality,who earns his pay illegally
Professional liar,schoolboys admire
Young girls desire,very few live to retire
Cash flow extreme,dress code supreme,vocabulary obscene
Definition-street player,you know what I mean
The high rollers [x2]
People of the city,stop foolin' yourself
Crime rules the streets,who the hell else
All the police have gone out to play
Because for enough cold cash they'll look the other way
Just look at the cars as they go by
Benz,Ferraris,trucks up high
Beepers connecting players to big-time deals
With all of this technology who needs to steal
Just live a life of leisure every night and day
And you're livin' proof that crime does pay
Your life is dangerous and reckless
You eat fly guys and girls for breakfast
You're a titan of the nuclear age
Your muscles flex with a Uzi or 12 gauge
And you love the game,that's why you boast
Because you're high priced,high speed.high post
You're a high roller
High rollers
When I say high rollers,I mean the best
Forget the half-steppers,eject the rest
Because these high ranked officials of our city streets
Make millions all triggered by electric beeps
They dress in diamonds and rope chains
They got the blood of SCARFACE runnin' through their veins
Silk shirts,leather suits,hair always fresh
Eelskin boots,large hearts,though their sizes vary
Bankrolls that take 2 pockets to carry
Cruisin' in their 500 Benz Sedan
With their systems peaked out rockin' PUSHER MAM
Yes,their fashion's high and hard to beat
They buy their GUCCI from GUCCI'S not the swapmeet
Eat very weel,much clientele
And whatever you need,they probably sell
The high rollers [x2]
Oh yes,I'm here to tell you females also roll
Drive the same cars,somethimes wear more gold
Cold as an igloo,or hot as a flame
They'll shake ya,break ya and you won't know their name
Gangsters to the max,all marks will be taxed
These girls drive FERRARIS not CADILLACS
Respect is demanded,most men don't understand it
Till they peep the huge bank that these girls have landed
They're junkies for fun,love life on the run
And if things get hot,they will pull a gun
Prey on the lame,no shame to the game
And they all seek POWER,f*ck the fame
The high rollers [x2]
Now radio stations probably won't play
This record because of the things I say
They'll say I'm glamorizing the hustlin' hood
And a record like this can do no good
But I'm not here to tell ya right or wrong
I don't know which side of the law you belong
Yes,the game has flash,but sometimes hurts
Behind any mistake,hard times lurks
And jail's not your only problem,though it may seem
You just may die by a barrage from an M-16
But to each his own,choose the mobile phone
The tailored suit,the luxury home
You'll never get caught,'cause you got nerves of ice
And you're much smarter than those crooks on Miami Vice
Right
You wanta be a high roller
High roller
It's like,jumpin' rope on a razor blade
All lightning quick decisions are made
Lifestyle plush,females rush
This high profile personality,who earns his pay illegally
Professional liar,schoolboys admire
Young girls desire,very few live to retire
Cash flow extreme,dress code supreme,vocabulary obscene
Definition-street player,you know what I mean
The high rollers [x2]
People of the city,stop foolin' yourself
Crime rules the streets,who the hell else
All the police have gone out to play
Because for enough cold cash they'll look the other way
Just look at the cars as they go by
Benz,Ferraris,trucks up high
Beepers connecting players to big-time deals
With all of this technology who needs to steal
Just live a life of leisure every night and day
And you're livin' proof that crime does pay
Your life is dangerous and reckless
You eat fly guys and girls for breakfast
You're a titan of the nuclear age
Your muscles flex with a Uzi or 12 gauge
And you love the game,that's why you boast
Because you're high priced,high speed.high post
You're a high roller
High rollers
When I say high rollers,I mean the best
Forget the half-steppers,eject the rest
Because these high ranked officials of our city streets
Make millions all triggered by electric beeps
They dress in diamonds and rope chains
They got the blood of SCARFACE runnin' through their veins
Silk shirts,leather suits,hair always fresh
Eelskin boots,large hearts,though their sizes vary
Bankrolls that take 2 pockets to carry
Cruisin' in their 500 Benz Sedan
With their systems peaked out rockin' PUSHER MAM
Yes,their fashion's high and hard to beat
They buy their GUCCI from GUCCI'S not the swapmeet
Eat very weel,much clientele
And whatever you need,they probably sell
The high rollers [x2]
Oh yes,I'm here to tell you females also roll
Drive the same cars,somethimes wear more gold
Cold as an igloo,or hot as a flame
They'll shake ya,break ya and you won't know their name
Gangsters to the max,all marks will be taxed
These girls drive FERRARIS not CADILLACS
Respect is demanded,most men don't understand it
Till they peep the huge bank that these girls have landed
They're junkies for fun,love life on the run
And if things get hot,they will pull a gun
Prey on the lame,no shame to the game
And they all seek POWER,f*ck the fame
The high rollers [x2]
Now radio stations probably won't play
This record because of the things I say
They'll say I'm glamorizing the hustlin' hood
And a record like this can do no good
But I'm not here to tell ya right or wrong
I don't know which side of the law you belong
Yes,the game has flash,but sometimes hurts
Behind any mistake,hard times lurks
And jail's not your only problem,though it may seem
You just may die by a barrage from an M-16
But to each his own,choose the mobile phone
The tailored suit,the luxury home
You'll never get caught,'cause you got nerves of ice
And you're much smarter than those crooks on Miami Vice
Right
You wanta be a high roller
High roller
Writer: CHARLES ANDRE GLENN, TRACY MARROW
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Grand Larceny
Stick up, hands in the air
You move, you lose 'cause the ICE don't care
No chance to run, don't shout
Flinch an inch I'm gonna take you out
Grand larcenist, soloist, felonist, vocalist
Crime's my rhyme, but here's a new twist
I ain't here for your gold bro
All I want is the show
This is Grand Larceny
Grand Larceny
Grand Larceny
Grand Larceny
I lay low for a show and then I go
Seal the motherf*cker then we count the dough
It's kinda like robbin' but it's legally down
And now days if it ain't legal I don't f*ck around
I get my thrill when I ill and a jam is filled
With 10.000 screamin' people, now that's the pill
Who's gonna dog the set? The ICE will
And once I'm in effect it's overkill
Kinda like a hold-up all the tickets sold up
And then the black stretch limo cold rolls up
And then the posse breaks, high off the Cold Duck
And then I set the mic to show destruct
Even if we open up, that don't mean nothing
I rock the rhymes .E does the cuttin'
Call it shownappin' I take a hostage a night
Dog shit and break out on the next flight
This is Grand Larceny
Grand Larceny
I'm a kleptomaniac when a jam is packed
You can fight all night, but you'll still get jacked
By the show stealer, crime rhyme dealer
Rap king pin, L.A. big-wheeler
Got a posse so strong they could lift a tank, rob a bank
But now we steal shows the cops say thanks
Breathe easy 'cause the Syndicate deep
And before we started rappin'
They got no sleep
It's Grand Larceny
Grand Larceny
Just give me a beat, give me a stage to stand on
I know that none y'all ever planned on
A dude from L.A. who could rock shit this way
Have his record go gold, with no radio play
But it happened, The Ice is rappin'
Just listen to my fans that are clappin'
Or come to the show, get in the front row
And watch me steal the motherf*cker before your ass can say "HO"
I'm like a time bomb, but I'm a rhyme bomb
Spray the whole audience with napalm
Or something just as hot, I'll bust a rhyme, why not?
Raps hittin' so hard, you'll think you shot
I'll take a show and abduct it
Stone cold house it, if it gets wild
With gasoline I'll douse it
Set it ablaze and then I'll stomp it out
Many burnt emcees know what we're talkin' about
This is Grand Larceny
Promoters on my tail now
'Cause they billed me low
Here I am 'bout to steal another show
So they turn my mic down
F*ck up my audio sound
But too late, we just dogged another town
Rappin' like a Mac 10, as soon as I begin
The only way to stop the stealin'
Is throw me in the pen
But that will never happen
'Cause I'm just cool rappin'
My Larceny is legal, so sorry Captain
I would never steal a style or ever steal a rap
But I'll steal a show in a minute
It's as simple as that
An interstate crook, my pistol's my rhyme book
Any show that I'm on is a show that's took
Better watch my left hook, or your jaw will get shook
If my posse gets mad, it's best you book
From the Grand Larcenist, ICE-T is my name
Got a rap like a mac and a game he same
Grand Larceny
Grand Larceny
Grand Larceny
You move, you lose 'cause the ICE don't care
No chance to run, don't shout
Flinch an inch I'm gonna take you out
Grand larcenist, soloist, felonist, vocalist
Crime's my rhyme, but here's a new twist
I ain't here for your gold bro
All I want is the show
This is Grand Larceny
Grand Larceny
Grand Larceny
Grand Larceny
I lay low for a show and then I go
Seal the motherf*cker then we count the dough
It's kinda like robbin' but it's legally down
And now days if it ain't legal I don't f*ck around
I get my thrill when I ill and a jam is filled
With 10.000 screamin' people, now that's the pill
Who's gonna dog the set? The ICE will
And once I'm in effect it's overkill
Kinda like a hold-up all the tickets sold up
And then the black stretch limo cold rolls up
And then the posse breaks, high off the Cold Duck
And then I set the mic to show destruct
Even if we open up, that don't mean nothing
I rock the rhymes .E does the cuttin'
Call it shownappin' I take a hostage a night
Dog shit and break out on the next flight
This is Grand Larceny
Grand Larceny
I'm a kleptomaniac when a jam is packed
You can fight all night, but you'll still get jacked
By the show stealer, crime rhyme dealer
Rap king pin, L.A. big-wheeler
Got a posse so strong they could lift a tank, rob a bank
But now we steal shows the cops say thanks
Breathe easy 'cause the Syndicate deep
And before we started rappin'
They got no sleep
It's Grand Larceny
Grand Larceny
Just give me a beat, give me a stage to stand on
I know that none y'all ever planned on
A dude from L.A. who could rock shit this way
Have his record go gold, with no radio play
But it happened, The Ice is rappin'
Just listen to my fans that are clappin'
Or come to the show, get in the front row
And watch me steal the motherf*cker before your ass can say "HO"
I'm like a time bomb, but I'm a rhyme bomb
Spray the whole audience with napalm
Or something just as hot, I'll bust a rhyme, why not?
Raps hittin' so hard, you'll think you shot
I'll take a show and abduct it
Stone cold house it, if it gets wild
With gasoline I'll douse it
Set it ablaze and then I'll stomp it out
Many burnt emcees know what we're talkin' about
This is Grand Larceny
Promoters on my tail now
'Cause they billed me low
Here I am 'bout to steal another show
So they turn my mic down
F*ck up my audio sound
But too late, we just dogged another town
Rappin' like a Mac 10, as soon as I begin
The only way to stop the stealin'
Is throw me in the pen
But that will never happen
'Cause I'm just cool rappin'
My Larceny is legal, so sorry Captain
I would never steal a style or ever steal a rap
But I'll steal a show in a minute
It's as simple as that
An interstate crook, my pistol's my rhyme book
Any show that I'm on is a show that's took
Better watch my left hook, or your jaw will get shook
If my posse gets mad, it's best you book
From the Grand Larcenist, ICE-T is my name
Got a rap like a mac and a game he same
Grand Larceny
Grand Larceny
Grand Larceny
Writer: CHARLES ANDRE GLENN, TRACY MARROW
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Soul On Ice
It was a Saturday night on the streets of Cali
Threw on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's
Threw on enough gold for any girl's pleasure
Left a pound and a half of that shit still in the dresser
I slapped a clip in my nine, threw a clip in my sock
Picked three grand up off the dresser, it was ten on the dot
Now my beeper started beeping, I threw that shit in the sink
I didn't need it no more, I had more money than Brinks
See, I was quitting the game and tonight was my fling
You see on the streets they're players but only one king
Now that's the title I held but the game is real fast
You gotta get in and get out if you expecting to last
Now my homeboy Evil was downstairs chillin' in his brand new Benz
I had many adversaries but very few close friends
We broke to the set, E parked the car on the grass
High-signin' was his trademark and he did it with class
Hit the door like two titans, the whole jam stopped to stare
And as we walked through the crowd they threw bills in the air
I spied my man Jazz maxin' out with two stone cold freaks
"Yo, what's up Ice, you rich now, man, you too good to speak?"
Now Jazz was a player from the east coast, the Bronx
He was known to be hard on the women and a brother he'd stomp
Smack a bitch in a minute, some say just for fun
And he was known for his chrome-plated pearl-handled gun
"Yo Ice, you my brother and I love you and all
But what's up with that six g's you owe me, man
'Member when your boys took that fall?
And I posted the bail 'cause yo ass was locked up"
Evil gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz shut the f*ck up
Just then I saw Donald-D hit the front door
More gold than a Aztec, black leather he wore
Hoes grabbed for they niggas when D hit the set
'Cause what Donald D wanted, is what Donald D get
Donald's eyes hit mine, then a smile across his face
Then a light hit his ring and blinded the whole goddamn place
"Yo Ice you the coolest and Evil you mean
But I got the flyest shit rollin' off gasoline"
Everyone in the party moved quickly outside
To see Donald D's ultimate super fly ride
It was black, it was low, cost twice that of my Porsche
A Testarossa Ferrari, convertible of course
It purred like a jet
"Yo man, I bought it with cash"
It had 'Donald D' written in gold on the dash
Then out of no where came a shot across the street
I felt pain in my chest and my knees got weak
There was blood on my hands and I fell to to the ground
And all I could hear was "Yo Ice is down!"
Somebody had shot me
The night that I quit
The night that I ended all this hustlin', playin' shit
It's ironic ain't it
The night I retire, would be the same night that my whole life expire
Threw on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's
Threw on enough gold for any girl's pleasure
Left a pound and a half of that shit still in the dresser
I slapped a clip in my nine, threw a clip in my sock
Picked three grand up off the dresser, it was ten on the dot
Now my beeper started beeping, I threw that shit in the sink
I didn't need it no more, I had more money than Brinks
See, I was quitting the game and tonight was my fling
You see on the streets they're players but only one king
Now that's the title I held but the game is real fast
You gotta get in and get out if you expecting to last
Now my homeboy Evil was downstairs chillin' in his brand new Benz
I had many adversaries but very few close friends
We broke to the set, E parked the car on the grass
High-signin' was his trademark and he did it with class
Hit the door like two titans, the whole jam stopped to stare
And as we walked through the crowd they threw bills in the air
I spied my man Jazz maxin' out with two stone cold freaks
"Yo, what's up Ice, you rich now, man, you too good to speak?"
Now Jazz was a player from the east coast, the Bronx
He was known to be hard on the women and a brother he'd stomp
Smack a bitch in a minute, some say just for fun
And he was known for his chrome-plated pearl-handled gun
"Yo Ice, you my brother and I love you and all
But what's up with that six g's you owe me, man
'Member when your boys took that fall?
And I posted the bail 'cause yo ass was locked up"
Evil gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz shut the f*ck up
Just then I saw Donald-D hit the front door
More gold than a Aztec, black leather he wore
Hoes grabbed for they niggas when D hit the set
'Cause what Donald D wanted, is what Donald D get
Donald's eyes hit mine, then a smile across his face
Then a light hit his ring and blinded the whole goddamn place
"Yo Ice you the coolest and Evil you mean
But I got the flyest shit rollin' off gasoline"
Everyone in the party moved quickly outside
To see Donald D's ultimate super fly ride
It was black, it was low, cost twice that of my Porsche
A Testarossa Ferrari, convertible of course
It purred like a jet
"Yo man, I bought it with cash"
It had 'Donald D' written in gold on the dash
Then out of no where came a shot across the street
I felt pain in my chest and my knees got weak
There was blood on my hands and I fell to to the ground
And all I could hear was "Yo Ice is down!"
Somebody had shot me
The night that I quit
The night that I ended all this hustlin', playin' shit
It's ironic ain't it
The night I retire, would be the same night that my whole life expire
Writer: CHARLES ANDRE GLENN, TRACY MARROW
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Outro
Yo, I knew it, I knew it, this tape was the dopest thing I ever heard in my motherf*ckin' life
This boy Ice-T ain't no joke
That's my nigga right there, boy
I'm telling you, man, I love this stuff
"Power, power, woo woo woo woo"
Oh, my man got it goin' on, man
Word man, I'm outta he—
Oh man
Homeboy still bleeding, I forgot all about homeboy
Aw man, let me—
Oh shit, well, wait a minute, he's—
Well, he's still breathing
Yeah, I'ma call the paramedics, man, let me call the—
Well, on second thought
Lemme, lemme jam this tape just one more time
This boy Ice-T ain't no joke
That's my nigga right there, boy
I'm telling you, man, I love this stuff
"Power, power, woo woo woo woo"
Oh, my man got it goin' on, man
Word man, I'm outta he—
Oh man
Homeboy still bleeding, I forgot all about homeboy
Aw man, let me—
Oh shit, well, wait a minute, he's—
Well, he's still breathing
Yeah, I'ma call the paramedics, man, let me call the—
Well, on second thought
Lemme, lemme jam this tape just one more time
Writer: Dav ©
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Power is the second studio album by American rapper Ice-T, released on September 13, 1988, by Sire Records. Recorded at Syndicate Studios West in Los Angeles, the home studio of DJ Evil E, it was produced by Ice-T and Afrika Islam. The Los Angeles Daily News noted that its lyrical themes ranged from sex to gun violence, and that Ice-T "implicates everyone from radio programmers to the police as accomplices in the decline of western civilisation." The album contains lyrics that began a feud between Ice-T and rapper LL Cool J. The album cover, which features Ice-T's then-girlfriend Darlene Ortiz, Ice-T, and DJ Evil E, was described as "perpetuating stereotypes" by the Chicago Tribune and "violence-glorifying" by both the Chicago Sun-Times and The Sydney Morning Herald.
Two singles were released from the album: "I'm Your Pusher" and "High Rollers". The album was certified platinum by 2006. Music critic Stephen Thomas Erlewine of AllMusic commented that on its release, Power received "strong reviews" and continued to receive positive retrospective reviews from music guides such as AllMusic, The Rolling Stone Album Guide and the Spin Alternative Record Guide.
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Ice-TTwo singles were released from the album: "I'm Your Pusher" and "High Rollers". The album was certified platinum by 2006. Music critic Stephen Thomas Erlewine of AllMusic commented that on its release, Power received "strong reviews" and continued to receive positive retrospective reviews from music guides such as AllMusic, The Rolling Stone Album Guide and the Spin Alternative Record Guide.
Genre(s): Gangsta rap
Producer(s): Ice-T, Afrika Islam
Length: 48:02
Released: September 13th, 1988
Year: 1988