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Ice Mc lyrics

Think About The Way

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It's time to start the party if ya'll don't mind Me and E clean our Adidas with 409 He rocks the highs,I dog the bass Ya wanna hear us rock? Here's a taste!!! Every day I make a sandwich with ham and cheese Use miracle whip,I don't like mayonnaise I eat a can of beans,good for my heart About 1 a.m.,I always..... Far from me to bite anothers rhyme They're just too easy to write I do'em two at a time Like doggin' the wax and ya don't quit And if you didn't like that then suck my.... Dictations how I write my raps Cold maxin' with two freaks upon my lap Chillin' on the phone,bookin' more def shows An' if the freaks get illy I smack the.... Whole days of my life are spent inside my bed Just maxin' an' relaxin' like I'm at club med Ya say you like this record,you think it's fun? Party people get stupid we just begun!!! (break) You're get,get,gettin' real stupid As the beat hits your body get ill!!! You ain't dumb you paid dollars to party go off!! The girl you're dancin' with has got great hips bug out!! Go on homeboy and grab her..... Tape recorder turn up the bass No time to waste just dog the place R-R-R-Rocket like a missile in space Evil E keeps his 1200s in an anvil case We fly T.W.A.,Pan Am,P.S.A To places close to home,far away L.A.,New York,Detroit,Miami If I see a girl and like her then I let her see my.... Jam rockin's how I got my fame,Ice capital T Evil E's his name If you can't see who's rockin' you must be blind You better clean your gazelles with some 409!!! Go Ice get busy (x2) Go Evil Get busy (X2) Turn up your stereo,equalize treble Bass be kickin' stupid hard as metal On the mic tonight that's right your rhyme opponent M.C. Ice T just microphonin' 33 and 1/3 revolutions per minute This record is def because my heart is in it Vocals laid by the Ice,tempos tight and precise Special effects will be created by an editor's splice The funk is in it,ya dig it so stop that frontin' Bust a move to my groove work your body do somethin' No way in the world that you can deny my method As my record rotates,my words get more impressive I'm an M.C., Evil's my Dj on Sire Records not M.C.A. C.B.S.,Capitol,cause they move too slow Now Sire/Warner Bros. clocks all the dough As the record revolves money's gettin' made A.S.C.A.P. pays me every time it's played I chill in def leathers pure silks and suede And the gold around my neck will never fade Down with my Syndicate organized rhyme Kickin' def tempos that I design And if you can't hear'em thats such a crime You better wash your dirty ears with some 409 I always rhyme elite,stay on beat Travel in a posse when I walk the street Loved to say my rhymes when I used to max Now I don't speak much,I save my words for wax I just wanna make a little point in this song With a little nonsense we can all get along and on and on Till the break'a break of dawn This jam will never play out because the grooves too strong Guys grab a girl,girls grab a guy If a guy wants a guy,please take it outside I wanna make ya enjoy yourself On the mic tonight Ice T!!Who else? Evil's on the cuts,Henry Gee's shot gun Islam's my producer,Bambattas son Bronx Style Bob's cold watchin' my back Melle Mel's just layin' for some punks to act wack Grandmaster Caz and Donald D ,Scott La Rock Red Alert,Chuck Chill Out If you're down with my crew you will be fine But if you ill we'll get dirty-bring your 409!! (BREAK) 409......

Boy On A String

JARS OF CLAY "Jars Of Clay"
The marionetter has your number Pulling your arms and legs till you can't stand on your own Dragging your conscience on the stage and your heart gets rearranged and you cannot tell your mentor from your Maker Look at the crowds bleeding with laughter Over the way you entertain at beckon call They don't see behind the lights, or the painted backgrounds They just like to see you fall But you don't really mind Cause you're just wasting time You can't feel anything You're a boy on a string I feel a sadness like Gapetto watching the life that he created run away Seeing the puppeteer's intrusion, and holding the remains of puppets that had rotted away One day the curtain will not open And all of the crowds will go away Someday those strings will choke you, but until that day But you don't really mind Cause you're just wasting time You can't feel anything You're a boy on a string

Dorn Meiner Allmacht Thorn Of My Omnipotence

Christus, du blasse Konigin des geronnenen Blutregens ersticke an der Allmacht meines todbringenden Vermechtnisses welches zu Sensen geformt der Auferstehung letzter Hand sein wird. Begraben in der erlauchten Ausdunstung von Gier Suhne erliegt mein Schrecken des dritten Kreuzes der suben Verlockung eines unsauber schmeckenden Grableinens Blut Oh Du, mein unsauber' Fleisch vergilbe im Jetzt tote das Morgen Verheibung letzter Moloch dem Grabe zugefuhrt vergib mir meine Blobe Blut Heuchler im Ich geboren aus Zerfall aus der Anarchie aus totem Fleisch Erlosung vergib mir meinen Schrein vergib mir meine Seele Schwerze die verbotenen Zeilen und immer nur der Tod der ungestillte Durst der kupferne Geruch das berstende Inferno doch wo bleibe ich bleibt die Jungfreulichkeit bleibt der Glaube an die sich windende Flamme meiner animalischen Blasphemie Blut du geschwertze Hoffnung meines jungsten Gerichts das sterbende Ich geborgen in blutbeflecktem Tuch geborgen in gar ewig' Ruh' Verloren gar ewiglich verloren schreite in deinen Tod denn wisse, wo die Dunkelheit herrscht bin ICH. English translate: Thorn Of My Omnipotence Christ, thou pale queen of the clotted bloodrain Suffocate in the omnipotence of my death-bringing heritage that, shaped like a scythe, will be the last hand to the resurrection Buried in the noble evaporation of greed and penance My horror of the third cross yields to the sweet temptation of an unpure tasting little grave Blood Oh thou, my unpure flesh turn yellow in the present kill the tomorrow promise of the last dwelling brought to the grave forgive my nakedness Blood Hypocrite in me born of decay of anarchy of dead flesh Deliverance forgive me my shrine forgive me my soul Blackness The forbidden lines and always only death the unquenched thirst the copper scent the bursting inferno yet where will I be will be the virginity will be the faith of the writhing flame of my bestial blasphemy Blood thou blackened hope of my final judgement the dying me secured in a bloodstained cloth secured in very eternal peace Lost eternally lost stride into your death For know, where darkness reigns, I am.


METHOD MAN "Tical 2000 Judgementday"
[Meth] Jeeeez! Now right You know you dead wrong Yo know... Turn me up, turn me up Jab me with a fuckin' spoon You know you dead wrong For this one right here baby, for real Yo, yo, yo Another day, another dollar Sharks wanna bite don't bother 'Cause this rhymes the truth, and The truths hard to swallow Don Dada, hard act to follow See Rockwilder with the iced out dog collar My crew want it all This bout is scheduled for one four We can build or we can brawl Yes y'all, last call for alchahol, damn! Monkey wrench fuckin' up the whole program [Chorus:] [Meth] Ooh Them don't no have to respect me Ooh Them don't no have to come correctly Ooh Can't hear nothin' but the music I'm slippin' Big head nigga's don't listen Hot and ah yes My complex got a complex Livin' in apartment complex I'm cashin' chin checks every first and fifteenth Failed my urinalasist, they threw me in the clink 5-0's can't stop the pot roll, Jonny Still Blaze, send young mc's to the potty Its side ways nine fifteen Be aware of the fatal flyin' guilintines Are you prepared [Chorus:] Ooh Them don't no have to respect me Ooh Them don't no have to come correctly Ooh Time flow constantly the way time flow I live by the code, style is mad P.L.O. My crew swarm in, tell a bitch please Didn't mama tell you about the birds and the bees Especially them killa's Girls night out with gorrillas (Meth acting like monkey) Too slow ya' blow catterpilla Son got game And he pack a Rosco, fleat coal train Player we ain't playin' Crush assossiated labels, don't let me in, I push my way in... [Meth interupts with coughing] As I was sayin', I push my way in, fuck it How many suffered For this Hip-Hop, if I can't see it, can't trust it Tic-toc when will that fake shit stop Flip flop battery go dead in the clock [Chorus:] Ooh Them don't no have to respect me Ooh Them don't no have to come correctly Ooh Can't hear nothin' but the music I'm slippin' Big head nigga's don't listen Stapleton, the wild west Park Hill Port Richmond, now born jungle nill We dumbin', stunnin', bustin' to keep 'em comin' Nigga's with alchahol problems, a hundred miles and runnin', yeah Meth, I came here for crooks but I'm still here Called me every name in the book but I'm still here What up doc This Looney Toon got 'em shell shocked Anvils droppin' out the sky once my hand cock Back, I check you in to the smack down hotel, while everythings black I'm like the cast in Belly I don't know how to act on wax Rockwilder bring it on back [Chorus:] Ooh Them don't no have to respect me Ooh Them don't no have to come correctly Ooh Time flow constantly the way time flow I live by the code, style is mad P.L.O.


ICE-T "O.G. Original Gangster"
Midnight chillin' at A.M P.M. Coolin' drinkin' apple juice In Evil's BM The sound's up loud To attract attention rmoraled tires On a lowered suspension Nardi to steer with Alpine deck was glowin' Bumpinn' Big Daddy And the nigga was definitely flowin' I was ridin' shotgun Donald and Hen in back Look thru the tint recognized a jack Two brothers strolled up Talkin' bout get out Donald D blazed Shot one fool thru his fuckin' mouth Why would they step When they know we're strapped I never cruise L.A. Without a Gat in my lap The other fool shot Caut the E in the shoulder blade I busted thru the ca door That's where the nigga laid Hen jumped out Dropped two nines in his forehead Evil was bleedin' bad The car seats were turnin' red Looked to my left There were two more carloads Niggas in hats and hoods In an attack mode And they hadn't yet begun to fight E hit the gas It was one past midnight! We boned down Vernon Right on Normandie Left on Florence Gettin' thru the E.T.G.'s Spun out on Vermont Made a left on Colden Right on Hoover E where we goin' He didn'T even answer that Checked the reaar view They were still out back Where were these brothers from What made these brothers come Bang! our back window Was removed by a shotgun Now Hen G was shot Don caught a ricochet These motherfuckers was ill They didn't come to play Bust a right turn, parked and then we got left Hid in the the bushes Shot the gas tank to fake death But would this really Keep them psyched Three of us bleedin' It was ten past midnight! I really didn't like How this shit was goin' down Wrong night, wrong time Wrong fuckin' part of town Ya see we was deep In the Hoover's hood Three niggas bleedin' That shit don't look good! See over there red don't go Some places red's all they know But not our luck Tonight we was real fucked Borke down an alley And we instantly had to duck Fuckin' police on a gang sweep No time to deal with one time So we had to creep Broke thru a back yard Ran thru a vacant lot E, Hen and Don kept up To be some niggas shot Shit was gettin' craazy So I had to get busy Hen was bleedin' worse And Evil was gettin' dizzy Looked in a parking lot I needed a snatch bar Had to hot wire So I moved on an old car It was a bucket, but fuck it, it had to do Started it up And scooped my whole crew Two blocks later We saw fuckin' blue lights The pigs were behind us It was half past midnight! When they pulled us over Shit got worse I waited till they got out And then I hit reverse Fucked 'em up, I seen one cop fall Threw it in gear, yo I'm outty yall Don't know how But somehow we got away Lost the jackers, the cops Dumped the G.T.A. Made it back to the hood Fixed the crew up And even though Evil's car blew up We made it home and then I crashed out Thinkin' bout my all-night death bout Then somethin' woke me up From my dark sleep The sound of fuckin' police When they're tryin' to creep Broke thru my door With no goddamn warning Looked at my watch It was six in the mornin'!

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LL COOL J "Phenomenon"
(feat. Canibus, DMX, Method Man, Redman) [Redman] Hahh [Method] hah [Method] Yeah [Redman] yeahhh [LL Cool J] Make it butter [Redman] I'm gonna Bankhead bounce! [LL Cool J] No doubt [Redman] Aiyyo watch yo mouth! [Redman] Aiyyo, one two three four five six seven Blaze the hot [LL Cool J] trizack that sound like heaven Seven six five four three two one My mon Meth-Tical come and get some [Method Man] Playin my position, hot Nixon This one, for all the sick ones, confliction Posionous darts sickening, best believe finger itchin with two broke legs, now I'm trippin on MC's cliche, shot that ricochets start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw from my Punch Buggy sunnin you Got you shittin in your last Huggie, runnin who Fuckin punk, get a speed bump comin through A single shot make your knees knock, respect Wu [Redman] Aiyyo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga Turnin Christian to a certified sinner The bomb I release, time pent up (explodes) While you got set up I was hittin your ex hoe Shit I kept low, petro' your metro Politic, keep the chickenheads gobblin Shit I'm drivin in, come with funk halogen Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee Kick ass till both Timberlands turn shitty Gritty, smack the driver's head in the chin see When I approach rappers be takin notes I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat Absolut, I love to burn to the roots I keep comin til your pour sperm from your boots Vigilante hardcore to the penis Tell you fuck you my attitude is anemic [Canibus] I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it I snatch your crown witcha head still attatched to it Canibus is the type who'll fight for mics Beatin niggaz to death and beatin dead niggaz to life When you look at me long enough, I start to read your thoughts if the signal was strong enough, and then I'll call your bluff like, 'Yo, how many rhymes you got' I think I'll go on for more Milleniums than Mazda's got on the car lot And there's nowhere to run ta, when I confront ya Nigga, I call your bluff like you had a phone number Who wanna see Canibus get wild, who wanna act fly and get shot down with a surface-to-air missile I take em on in all shapes sizes and forms and spit on anybody who ain't close enough to shit on Zero to sixty I'm already doin a hundred when I'm blunted and I give it to any nigga that want it [DMX] Stay out the dark, cause if I catch you when the sun is down Run it clown, come up off that, or I'm gon' gun it down When in doubt, however skull goes, it's gon' be that See that, that shit'll finish you dawg, believe that Where we at, do your value your life, as much as your possesions Don't be a stupid nigga, learn a lesson I'm gon' get you either way, and it's better to live Let me get what's between your sock, cause it's, better to give than receive, believe what I say when I tell you Don't make me put your somewhere where nobody'll smell you And when the lights is out, they don't come back on This ain't a flick you ain't gon' come back on, you ain't that strong You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby You'se a pink nigga, ski mask for it baby so I can hit you up on front teeth, you think I'm sweet Want heat One deep, leave him behind, front seat [Redman] Aiyyo, one [Meth] two [Red] three [Meth] four [Red] five [Meth] six [Red] seven Blaze the hot trizack [Method] Shine like heaven Seven [Red] six [Meth] five [Red] four [Meth] three [Red] two [Meth] one [Redman] Come on Mr. Smith, come get some! [LL Cool J] When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed (yeah, word up) The symbol on my arm is off limits to challengers You hold the rusty swords I swing the Excalibur How dare you step up in my dimension Your little ass should be somewher cryin on detention Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue I'ma do this shit for free this time this one's for fun Blow you to pieces, leave you covered in feces with one thesis ('LL Cool J is hard') Every little boy wanna pick up the mic and try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype But that's like pickin up a ball, playin with Mike Swingin at Ken Griffey or challengin Roy to a fight Snappin, you ameteur MC's Don't you know I'm like the Dream Team tourin overseas For rappers in my circle I'm a deadly disease Ringmaster, bringin a tiger cub to his knees (uhh) In the history of rap they've never seen such prominence Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up) Now let's get back to this mic on my arm If it ever left my side it'd transform into a time bomb You don't wanna borrow that, you wanna idolize And you don't wanna make me mad nigga you wanna socalize And I'm daring every MC in the game to play yourself out position, and mention my name I make a rhyme for every syllable in your name Go platinum for every time your grimy ass was on the train Watch your mouth don't ever step out of line LL Cool J nigga, greatest of all time

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