Ice-T

[fox69]

"Pray"
(feat. Coco)

"Pray"
(feat. Coco)


[Intro: Ice-T]
Damn! yeah, you know
Niggas really don't want drama, just trying to live
Go out, just hanging out having a little fun
Shit always gets wild, always!

[Chorus: Coco overlapping the Intro]
Pray to your mother, pray to your father
Pray to your sister, pray to your brother

[Verse 1: Ice-T]
It's Saturday night, I'm rolling with my bitch and my niggaz
Well known, ghetto grown, rock locking street figures
They start thrilling, I'm rolling in the front with my bitch for life
You can call her my wife
There's four in the back, in the blacked out lacs
They're high of the 'gnac and they're dusted too
Streets call them killers, but I call them my crew
Some niggaz wear red, my niggaz wear blue
Stepped through the door, niggaz can't help or feel us
Fagots tuck their jewels, bitches trying to see us
Let's to the back, put us up in the booth
Got a bucket of Chron, egg and mice to the shoot
Coco started dancing, everything was fine
Til some nigga said that table was supposed to be mine (WHAT!)
I was feeling good, ain't paying him no mind
Til a nigga got wild, threw a Boglar wine

[Skit #1:]
[Ice-T] Yo, what the fuck is that about?
[Nigga] Nigga, what you need now in this motherfucker?
[Ice-T] What's happening nigga? you're tearing the stuff up?
[Nigga] Yo, what you wanna do then nigga?
[Ice-T] What's up nigga?
[Nigga] Nigga, Fuck You!

[Chorus: Coco]

[Verse 2: Ice-T]
No time to pray; this shit just missed me and my niggaz kicked in
Blaze sprung a razor and he opened his skin
These niggaz wasn't having it, gangsters too
Motherfuckers started shooting, lighting up the booth
Mark Live wore vest and it went right through
They're fucking body Big Rich, what the fuck I'ma do?
Flipped the table up, me and Coc' hit the back door
These niggaz wasn't done, these niggaz want more
Fell off in the cut like a video game
Pull my strap, took my aim, made the door my frame
Everybody that stepped out, that body got blame
I knew I was bleeding, I can feel the pain
Broke out, had to get back behind the wheel
Run into the Parking Lot, Coc' broke her heel
I started getting dizzy as I clinched my gat
I made it to my whip, I was shot in the back

[Skit #2: Ice-T]
Oh! Fuck, I'm shot, you gotta drive them home
UHH! let me pack this up, motherfucker!!
Come on! drive drive, get at the Parking Lot, man
Come On!

[Chorus: Coco]

[Verse 3: Ice-T]
No time to pray; jumped in the car, laid across the back seat
Coc' grabbed the wheel, I was really started to leak
Half way out, as the lights got block us back on
Some niggaz in blue Seville with the grill
Popped the stash rock on for Dolo
Ex-extra big, bloody holes are fully auto
Blast through my own glass, should've heard the sound
It was on bitch, no time to roll shit down
Hit the corner, see my niggaz Smitty and Nick
They was rolling towards the club when they heard about this shit
Didn't have to tell them, they just blocked up the street
Cops on the way, still ain't throwing my heat
Don't even know why the fuck I'm out here dealing with beasts
Just went out for drinks and it comes on my peats
My two boys are dead, I've seen them falling on my feet
And I'm shot the fuck up, bleeding all in my seats
Pray!

 

[fox69]

"Prepared To Die"

"Prepared To Die"


Watch me flip and rip
On the freedom tip
Open your mind
See the point of the ice pick
I stand tall
While my brothers
Still choose to crawl
Black power, it7s in effect yall
But you don't understand
You're still a slave to the man
Prepare for revolution
Some sucker say we're free
I gotta disagree
Half my posse's in the penitentiary
So I'm a drop and kick the science
With defiance
Because I have no alliance
With suckas who choose
Not to act Black
When they are Black
Get out my face with that
You better ease back
Cause Mandela did 27 hard ones
Not in a windowed room
But in a barred one
While his wife had tears in her eyes
The man is a hero
He needs a Nobel Prize
But that will never happen
So I'm gonna keep rappin'
Freein' my brothers' minds
From their entrapment
To silence the Ice, they'll probably
Put a bullet in me
But I'm prepared to die
And Mandela's free!

 

[fox69]

"Pulse Of The Rhyme"

"Pulse Of The Rhyme"


Just checkin' my microphone once
As I check your audio
Increase the bass response
Hope n the speakers blow
I got no time to sit and flip
And pop bullshit
Turn up your stereo hops
Insert the rhyme clip
Roll your windows up
Make sure it's air tight
E.Q. the track exact
So shit sounds right
I rhyme of death
And darkness and danger
Your crib or car
Becomes a torture chamber
I write my rhymes with violence
What you expect?
Sounds of pain
The snap of a broken neck
All alone in darkness I sit each night
Write my rhymes
With blood upon a butcher knife
You say the Ice is ill, and ill I am
They try to ban my shit
And I don't give a damn
Roll up, your eye will get swoll up
Suckers who flexed
Yo, their deaths got tolled up
Cause I'm not the nigga to toy with
Boy with the big mouth
Ya got time to riff?
There's time to take you out
Put a couple caps in your ass
Cut your head off

Send it to your mom with flowers
Cause I'm so soft
Lay on your wack crew
Smoke the whole bunch
Bury 'em in my bck yard
And then I'll eat lunch
Cause I don't give a fuck about you
Or him or her
Whenever I'm in the house
A death just might occur
Is this real or fiction
You'll never know

[CHORUS]
While you're locked to the
Pulse of the rhyme flow!

Once I lock you up, you can't get loose
You put your head inside
And I placed the noose
The mic drips juice slow
From its steel mesh
My words feel like hooks
Underneath your flesh
Makin' you twist and turn
Scorch and burn, when will you learn?
The '90s are my turn
To pitch a vocal fit, like the ultimate
Gangster rhyme, yo, I invented the shit!
Watch me dod it, as I do it
And I do it right
Grab the gauge
Duct tape on the flashlight
Doin' the black ski mask
And come to your house
Cut off your power
And do you with the lights out!
Is this real or fiction?
You'll never know

[CHORUS]

A pool of blood
and floating body parts
Would make me grin
A close view of a razor
When it's breaking skin
If you were burnin'
I'd use gasoline to put you out
Cause I walk alone
And choose the dark route
Nightmares gotta be loved by some
And I'm the one
Ya wanna come, bring your shotgun
You ever see your partner die?
No? Well I have!
You ever see your father die?
No? Well I have!
You ever see your mother die?
No? Well I have!
So shut the fuck up, punk
And clear the rhyme path!
What would make meel calm and nice
Is a slow slice
Through your jugular and windpipe
Throw me in jail
I won't even try to make bail
Put me in the gas chamber
And watch me inhale!
Is this true or false?
Well you'll never know

[CHORUS]

Jason, Tales from the Crypt
And the Dark Side
Another fly murder, another suicide
Did these flicks
Have an influence on my brain?
I really doubt that shit
I think that I was born insane
When I was young
I had a lust for knives and guns
Use a magnifying glass
To fry an ant with the sun
And on and on
My lust for death got bigger
At fifteen
I was placed behind a trigger
Although I'm dirty
Not the one to be swept up
step up, I'd love to open your chest up
I've got no concept of life or death
All I want is your last breath
Give me a motherfuckin' break
I should behave
Give me a motherfuckin' shovel
I'll dig graves!
I break ill in extra large portions
where's your parents
I'll make you an orphan
So when you're talkin' crazy
You better think of me
The I, to the C, to the E, to the fuckin' T!
There'll be no tears
No screams or cries, just a laser beam
Between your fuckin' eyes
You feel strange well now you know

[CHORUS]

 

[fox69]

"Question And Answer"

"Question And Answer"


Question and answer:
What is a rapper doing when he starts out hardcore
But can't sell enough records to remain in the record business?
Answer: He goes Pop!
This answer is not set up to dis anybody who starts out Pop
But for the rappers who started out hardcore
And now making weak ass Dance Music
Cause they couldn't stay down with the hardcore
I just got a question for you;
How does it feel to wake up every morning
And look in the mirror and realize that you're a fucking whore?

 

[fox69]

"Race War"

"Race War"


Yeah

Yeah

Check this out: now I'm black
But black people trip
Cause white people like me
White people like me
But don't like them
What's the fuck up
Are you my friend?

Hell no, you're a racist
You say you got one black friend, so you're in
Sorry homie, no win
Check the facts
Mexicans are still gettin pushed to the back
Puerto-Ricans gettin dissed the same
Won't speak on the Indians, shit's insane
Fuck John Wayne
I don't hate whites
I just got a death wish for muthafuckas that ain't right
You got black skin
Still you gotta show and prove, friend
Back to the facts
What about Australia?
A fuckin failure
The Aboriginal people are black
So they got jacked
You ask me about free speech and the Riots?
So what's in store?
I'm talkin bout a race war

(Get yourself together)
(Upen your eyes
Get wise)
(Put your brain in gear)

Race war
People gettin killed in the street
Blood on your feet, the ends don't meet
And who they gonna blame it on, me?
Try the media
Try the P.D.
Try your TV
Try your quest for wealth
Anybody but yourself
But once the bullets start flyin
People start dyin
It's all because we're lyin
History books that teach hate
A kid has no escape
From the racist fate
And pretty soon South Africa
Will stop chillin
And start killin

Race war [8X]

Every night I pray
That people get this shit together one day
But this country ain't with it
America was founded on that racist shit
I judge the devil by his deeds
It's usually connected to the size of his greed
And keep the hope
Even though they'd love to give a nigga like me the rope
And when this shit hits
There's gonna be a lotta white kids rollin with the Africans
You can't sweat skin
Cause ??? a lot of blacks is down with the Republicans
This shit don't have to happen
That's why a brother like me's still rappin
Just treat each other right
Either that, or you're lookin for a sure fight
Fuck the police
We already know they ain't about no fuckin peace
You wanna know what I think's in store?
Justice or a race war

(Get yourself together)
(Upen your eyes
Get wise)
Race war
(Get yourself together)
(Upen your eyes
Get wise)
(Put your brain in gear)
Race war
(Get yourself together)
(Upen your eyes
Get wise)
(Put your brain in gear)
Race war
(Get yourself together)
(Upen your eyes
Get wise)
(Put your brain in gear)

Korean people live down in the hood
A little mis-fuckin-understood
Orientals were slaves too
Word to this fuckin red white and blue
People from Iran ain't never did shit to us
So why the distrust?
The system wanna keep us at each other's throats
While we're payin the tax notes
Cause bein black ain't no fuckin minority
It's the fuckin majority
So they gotta make us hate each other
Word, check the brothers
Mexicans - black
Jamaicans - black
Iranians - black
Indians - black
Hawaiians - black
Puerto-Ricans - black
Eskimos - black
South-Americans - black
Orientals - black
Yeah, that's right
The Klan says everything's black that ain't white
So we gotta get our facts straight
Cause the shit they teach in school is pure hate
Sometimes I don't know for sure
If somebody want a race war

(Get yourself together)
(Upen your eyes
Get wise)
Race war
(Get yourself together)
(Upen your eyes
Get wise)
(Put your brain in gear)
Race war
(Get yourself together)
(Upen your eyes
Get wise)
(Put your brain in gear)
Race war
(Get yourself together)
(Upen your eyes
Get wise)
(Put your brain in gear)
Who wants a race war?

[quotes repeated until end]

We're gonna lose

 

[fox69]

"Radio Suckers"

"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 motherfuckers 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]

 

[fox69]

"Rap Games Hijacked"

"Rap Games Hijacked"


Yeah
Too many hardcore muthafuckas out here in this business
Ain't gettin their proper loot
You know what I'm sayin?
(Right)
Check the technique
(Aha)

[ VERSE 1 ]
Everybody talkin 'bout the way hip-hop ain't the same
Suckers kidnapped the game
I know the biggest in the business, and no joke
Half of em broke - and none of em smoke
(Bust the facts, loc)
I got into this hip-hop game
Just to try to get a girl and get some light-weight fame
There'd never been no cash made in it
So who thought you could get paid with it?
Just crash the club with my crew and then I'm outta there
Hit some skins, act bugged, that was a rap career
Then Run-D.M.C. jumped the fuck off
Got mad paid, word, kicked the bucks off
There wasn't many rappers out there rockin the streets
When hip-hop was just cuts and beats
I seen _Wildstyle_, dug the scene
I wanna be an MC, rock, rock on - know what I mean?
I started crashin rap contests
Shootin hardcore rhymes through wack MC's chests
I signed on the lines of a wack contract
Didn't even read it, fuck that
They gonna put my record out
I'm gonna be large, know what I'm talkin about?
In the first 2 years I made about 300 bucks
Yo, this business sucks
But I got another chance and I came correct
Got a lawyer and accountant, now my shit's legit
But many won't get no second chance
And get fucked in this biz without a kiss or a dance
The game is to exploit young ghetto kids
A straight pimp game, and there ain't no shame
And the shit's gone too far
100 hip-hop labels with all white A&R's
The game's hijacked

The rap game's hijacked

Let me tell you how it happened

[ VERSE 2 ]
Now while every MC in the game
Was worryin about a white boy gettin the fame
They dug out the foundation
Now let me give a demonstration
Say you got a dope group from the hood
Talkin mad shit like they're up to no good
You take em to a label
Now who sits behind the table?
Some jewish muthafucka that don't know shit
Tryin to tell y'all what's a fuckin street hit
The shit's way off course
It's like me tellin Johnny Cash how to sing about his horse
You go on tour, the white agency says you're wild
Tone down your style
The radio jocks are all pop
So how the fuck this nigga know what shit to rock?
The shit that make your face turn green
Is when you get dissed by a kidnap magazine
I give a fuck about these muthafuckas
I'm doin this jam to save my hip-hop brothers
Get your paperwork straight, kid
Get a lawyer and accountant just like I did
Don't blow your dough, cause you will see g's
But this game has no guarantees
Learn about publishing points, so you won't be blind
Learn to read everything you sign
Then you might have a chance
If not, bend over, pull down your pants
The game's hijacked

(Yeah
I don't they hear you, brother)
Yo, the rap game's hijacked
(Word)
I'm talkin 'bout a hijack
(Say it one more time, baby)
The rap game's hijacked
Check it
(Break it down for these niggas)

[ VERSE 3 ]
You can go gold and still owe the record label cash
Yo kid, check the math
Learn about the word 'recoup', troop
And stop walkin round all hyped and souped
You ain't nothin but somethin to be used and worked
You ain't nothin but a sucker to be duped and jerked
Cause the fuckin record label don't love ya, pal
They didn't love ya on the street and don't love ya now
They're out to make an end, friend
Cause every dollar you make, they damn near make 10
They'll take you for everything you got
Or else they'll sign you and they put on the shelf to rot
I'm tryin to tell you what's up
You best to listen to this record even if you hate my fucking guts
Cause I just can't stand around and watch rap get done
And my brothers ain't gettin none
A nigga like me has gotta spit game
Nigga, get that cash flow. fuck that muthafuckin fame
Cause the white man's rippin us off once again
Real hip-hop, my man

Fool, the rap game's hijacked
You need to listen, nigga
The rap game's hijacked
Need to play this record about ten times
The rap game's hijacked
Black people don't own shit
The rap game's hijacked
Check it

R&B's hijacked
Black acting is hijacked
Just being black is hijacked
(Build, my nigga, build, my nigga)
Nigga
Stupid muthafuckas, they rippin us off
You better get a end..
While the money's there, boy
Silly-ass bitch runnin around with a gold chain
All niggas gotta get some real estate
Muthafucka
Come up
Fuck a bitch
Better get somethin you can own, asshole
White man ain't givin up shit
Word o' life
Although I got a white engineer
But he's gettin minimum wage
So it's cool...

Yeah
Shit's been hijacked

 

[fox69]

"Rap Is Fake"
(feat. Dee)

"Rap Is Fake"
(feat. Dee)


[Dee:] Ice, I would like to ask you a few questions!
[Ice-T] Yeah, yeah, what is it? - what is it? Come on
[Dee:] Is it true, that you and your organization still have under world connections?
[Ice-T] Haa, absolutely not! - where did you get that information from?
[Dee:] Is it a fact, that most of your lyrics were true?
[Ice-T] Noh, it's all fantasies, you know, you just make the stuff up, rap is fake!

[Dee:]
Ummm.. well, government officials still say
That you're connected with major crime figures?

[Ice-T]
I don't know what they talk about, it's a joke!
I make movies, I make records

[Dee:]
So you swear to the public and deny any and all criminal ties?
Even though, your music states other wise!

[Ice-T]
Absolutely! I mean totally legit
Never done anything wrong, you know what I'm saying?
It's all a fantasy, that it's making the stuff up
You know, cause I'm a black man, they're trying to keep me down!
Hey, I'm totally innocent, you know what I'm saying?
Give me a break for life!

 

[fox69]

"Real Talk"
(feat. DV Alias Kryst)

"Real Talk"
(feat. DV Alias Kryst)


[Verse 1: Ice-T]
Yo, whose that fly nigga rocking the mic?
Hold up, no, it can't be what it sound like
I've thought that nigga left the game years ago
I've seen him in People Madness with bad white whore
I've seen him flossing rips on a covered Dub
I've seen him with some Arabs in the back of the club
I heard that every word that he says is real
He used to take young bitches and then teach them to steal
Heard him pimp as a Bishop, played the whole bubble
For the word Ya-yo, maybe come back double
I met him once, nigga, shot me the real
He said get your paper player, fuck how they feel
Lean to the ankles baby, gator to the floor
Respect real niggaz, never trust the whore
When you bust, squeeze the trigger 'til it motherfucker glow
Then he said his name is Ice and he hit the door
That's real talk!

[Chorus: Kryst X2]
Real talk, real talk, real talk, real talk
It's real talk, Reeeeeaaaaal talk (It's real talk!)

[Verse 2: Ice-T]
I heard he went to Crenshaw, roll with the cribs
I heard he made millions hitting cutey licks
Then I heard that the nigga had roots in the East
I heard the nigga's whole motherfucking fam's deceased
He started all that shit out 'Fuck the Police'
He really don't care, carrys gats and pares
I know he's in his forties, I was just a child
When a nigga came out and sent the game buckwild
Real niggaz know that he's not no joke
Black Raiders Beanie and them liquor store locs
Not to even mention his folks
Cali' niggaz hitting switches on them Hundred Spokes
I read in an interview, he said he was done
Then he comes with this fly shit back on the one
But I heard he's never happy and the nigga's so upset
That he jacks off my money then he fucks his bitch
That's real talk!

[Chorus: Kryst X2]

[Interlude: Kryst]
Ummmm.. got no habitation to a whore
Cause in the streets, I gotta get it Ice cold
Now that's real talk, real talk, real talk, real talk
Ummmm.. uhhhmm.. Yeaahhh!! Yeaahhh!!

[Verse 3: Ice-T]
A blandness name is Coco when she carrys the gat
Green eyes, big titties and that ass is fat
Clean to the nigga, not impressed with rap
To the side, if you try then she covers his back
Seen them once in the champ, no posse, no crew
Coco wears a mean shoe, it was just them two
They shared in the back, everyone knew was true
They was doing it the way that we're all wanted to do
I heard that nigga don't sleep for days
Writes poetry all night and reach experience plays
No clothes off the rack, everything is made
Don't drink hard liquor, just the great Kool-Aid
Straight Gangster but got no beef
Nobody talking down on his name in the street
Has chips air tight, and his game is elite
He's just the type of player that I aimed to be
That's real talk!

[Chorus: Kryst X2]

[Outro: Kryst]
Real Talk, got my name in the streets
Talking about me, saying how much they love me
But no one ever hold me through this game
Cause every where I go, I keep hearing my name
Yeaahhh!! Yeaahhh! gotta keep it gangster
Ohhh.. yeah, I keep it gangster
Ummmm.. got no habitation to a whore
Cause in the streets, I gotta get it Ice cold
Now that's real talk, real talk, real talk, real talk
Ummmm.. uhhhmm.. Yeaahhh!! Yeaahhh!!

 

[fox69]

"Real?"

"Real?"


Ice-T six; Return of the Real!
Real is a word people don't really wanna deal with
Real is a difference between the way things should be
And they way things are!
Things should be beautiful and everybody should get along
Things are really fucked up!
Opportunity isn't available to everybody
Motherfuckers do to jail
Men and women do not always get along
A woman doesn't think twice about referring to her man as a dog
But then breaks down when she is called a Bitch
That's really fucked up! - Real!
The first four letters in reality; You're Ready To Get There!
That's what this is all about
A lot of my homies are really incarcerated, locked up!
In Federal Penitentiaries and State Institutions will never come home
This album is dedicated to them
And my homies that have died and passed on in the past few years
Really never get a chance to hear this record
My music is designed for the individuals out there
who are ready to deal with the truth
The truth is; that anything that is alive
It do whatever it has to do, to remain alive
It's called survival
And no matter how cold and fucked up it may seen
That's real!