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Ten years ago I used to listen to rappers flow
Talkin' bout the way they rocked the mic at the disco
I liked how that sh*t was goin' down
Dreamt about ripping the mic with my own sound
So I tried to write rhymes somethin' like them
My boys said That ain't you Ice
That sh*t sounds like them so I sat back thought up a new track
Didn't fantasize kicked the pure facts
Motherf**kers got scared 'cause they was unprepaired
Who would tell it how it really was Who dared
A motherf**ker from the west coast LA south central fool
Where the crips and the bloods play
When I wrote about parties it didn't fit
Six in the mornin' that was the real sh*t
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When I wrote about parties someone always died
When I tried to write happy yo I knew I lied
'Cause I lived a life of crime why play ya blind
A simple look and anyone with two cents would know
I'm a hardcore player from he streets
Rappin' bout hardcore topics over hardcore drum beats
A little different than the average though
Jet you through the fast lane drop ya on death row
'Cause anybody who's been there knows that life ain't so lovely
On the blood-soaked fast track that invincible sh*t don't work
Throw ya in a joint you'll be comin' out feet first
So I blast the mic with my style
Sometimes I'm ill the other times buck wild
But the science is always there
I'd be a true sucker if I acted like I didn't care
I rap for brothers just like myself
Dazed by the game in a quest for extreme wealth
But I kick it to you hard and real
One wrong move and you caps peeled
I ain't no super hero I ain't no Marvel Comic
But when it comes to game I'm atomic
At droppin' it straight point blank and untwisted
No imagination needed cause I lived it
This ain't no f**kin' joke this sh*t is real to me I'm Ice T
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Two weeks ago I was out at the disco
Two brothers stepped up to me and said
“Hey yo Ice we don't think you're down what set ya claimin'
He drew the Glock yo my set's aimin'
Dumb motherf**ker try to roll on me
Please I'm protected by a thousand MC's
And hoodlums and hustlers and bangers with Jeri Curls
We won't even count the girls
'Cause they got my back and I got theirs too
Fight for the streets when I'm on Oprah or Donahue
They try to sweat a ni**a but they just didn't figure
What my wit's as quick as a hair trigger
”He's not your everyday-type prankster