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ICE-T lyrics - Rhyme Pays

6'n The Mornin'

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6'n the morning' police at my door Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor Out the back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free And the streets to a player is the place to be Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand I'm a self-made monster of the city streets Remotely controlled by hard hip hop beats But just livin' in the city is a serious task Didn't know what the cops wanted Didn't have the time to ask Word Seen my homeboys coolin' way out told 'em bout my mornin' Cold bugged' em out shot allmenn little dice until my knees got sore Kicked around some stories bout the night before Possed to the corner where the fly girls chill Through action at some freaks until one bitch got ill She started actin' stupid simply would not quit Called us all punk pussies said we all weren't shit As we walked over to here hoe continued to speak So we beat the bitch down in the god damn street But just livin' in the city a serious task Bitch didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask Word Continued clockin' freaks with emcee posterior Rollin' in allmenn blazer with a louie interior Solid gold the ride was raw Bust allmenn left turn was on Crenshaw Sean-e-sean was the driver Known to give freaks hell Had a beeper goin' off like a high school bell Looked in the mirror what did we see Fuckin' blue lights L.A. P.D. Pigs searched our car, their day was made Found allmenn uzi, 44 and a handgranade Threw us in the county high power block No freaks to see no beats to rock Didn't want trouble but the shit must fly Squabbled this sucker shanked' em in the eye But livin' in the county is a serious task Niga didn't know what happend Didn't have time to ask Back on the streets after five and a deuce Seven years later but still had the juice My homeboy Ken Gee put me up the track Told me E's rollin' Villain - BJ's got the sack Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My old freaks a hoe The batter rams rollin' rocks are the thing Life has no meaning and money is king Then he looked at me slowely and Hen had to grin He said Man you out early we thought you got ten Opened his safe kicked me down with cold cash Knew I would get busy- He didn't waste time to ask Word I bought a Benz with the money the rest went to clothes Went to the strip strted pimpin' the hoes My hair had grew long on my seven year stay And when I got it done on my shoulders it lay Hard from the joint but fly to my heart I didn't want no trouble but the shit had to start Out with my crew some ounks got loud Shot gun blasts echoed throug the crowd Six punks hit two punks died All casualities appiled to their side Human lives has to pass just for talking much trash We didn't know who they were - No one had the time to ask Word [Part Two] Swat team leader yelled hit the floor Reached in my pocket pulled my 44 Dove across the room peeped out the window Twenty cops jumped behind a Pinto Out the back door like some damn track stars Broke down an alley jumped into a car Suckers didn't even see us They musta been Blind Black wire touched red the car was mine We hadn't done nothin' but some suckers got shot Hit the first turn god damn road block Broke through the block and we did it fast Cops wouldn't shot us on sight They wouldn't took time to ask Word The rollers gave chase at a serious speed One more conviction was all I need This shit was for real This was no La-Di-Da-Di Cause the boys had to pin the shit on somebody And me and my crew we were known to get ill We carried heat for protection but not to kill We bust a corner doin 60 one police car spun And all I was thinkin was murder one Bust a move into an alley and did it right And me and my vrew we're gone into the night Broke to my old lady's who drew me a bath She didn't even know what happend Didn't care Didn't ask Word Qwe made love like crazy on top of the sheets This girlie was my worlie a natural freak She ran her tonuge over each and every part of me Then she rocked my amadeus as I watched TV A technican with a mission that's what she was If there had been a crowd she would of got an applause This girl did everything on earth to me that could be done The she backed off and teased me so I couldn't come Then she cold got stupid pushed me on the floor Had me beggin' to stop as I was acreamin' for more After she waxed by body she let me crash She knew her lovin' was def She didn't waste time to ask Word Up the next mornin' feelin good as hell Sleepin' with a girlie sure beats a cell Hit the boulevard in my A.M.G. Hoe's catchin' whiplash tryin' to glimpse the T Ring on my mobile yes celluar Got to have a phone when I'm in my car Was my homeboy Red Some say he's insane Broke his bitch jaw for smkin' came Told me to meet him at the airporrt Said he's jumpin' bail said he just left court Caught the first thing smokin' in a serious dash Didn't know where we were going. Didn't care Didn't ask Word Fell a sleep on the plane and so did he Woke up chillin' in N.Y.C. Called up my posse when I got there Hit the Latin qarter Union Square Rooftop Devil's nest the rest we passed Back doored the Palladium just for class About 4 am we crashed the deuce We never catch static 'cause my boys got juice Deuced it to the Bronx to rest our heads Where a shoot out jumped off mine people lay dead It sounded like it happend with a mac 10 blast But it was 6'in the mornin' We didn't wake up to ask..... Word

Back Against The Wall

CRUCIAL CONFLICT "Good Side, Bad Side"
Y'all motherfuckers don't want to do none (x2) In the light never see a nigga like me, things collide inside Open your eyes wide and see Don't want none of G-A-D-E and Conflict Load em' up and bust a (?) Vietnam, we droppin' bomb shit, strapped do draw Ready to brawl, back against the wall, us against all y'all I'm ready to brawl at all times, don't give a fuck who I'm up against As long as I can take everyone in my circle If you really wanna know, nigga most peronal My reason for treason is bread, so even when I said I love my gauge Watch the rage that I pull, finna' unleash this cage I'm comin' out with full intentions, be takin' these niggas to other levels Bringing drama like Physco, going through cycles Every trip that I take be suicidal living like Waco So I'm down to ride, down to do whatever, whenever, the weather Look I could not really care, on another page, through the blaze I'm 'a get at em' Nasty, come and get mashed You wanna up gats, you'd better be strapped Ain't got time to change em' my my mind is finally made up Thinking just fuck em' all up Pop with the glock, on spot, if it's hot, I got a two-shotter pump Just to get a nigga bumped and put up in the trunk If you wanna get tough enough, you get bucked, blast Put him on down and out, wildin' out done got you shot Should have been down to put a rock in your sock But your sock got a whole, and I'm on cocked Back with the sack in the rodeo pack Get back, I make a nigga get slapped in the face with the gate I'm 'a let the cult demonstrate The conflict gettin' crucial when the raw be killing em' Come thirsty nigga Punks be denied, ready to ride,willing to die, feeling me now Nigga get the right act in your mind Nigga get the acts back in a row right Act that jaw, to the right axe saw Ain't no thang bigger, and I'm a' back em' all Temptations trump tall, upskirts Let em' deal with the hurt, quick fast ways Take that motherfucker, it's Wildstyle Take your weak ass niggas along, fuck Bone Dissin' my home, sayin' we clone If your ass want to battle, boy I'll take it to the chrome That's right, my city gonna ride with the Flic', die with the Flic' What you wanna get on, what's up? Cut the bullshit, get em' with the bidness There's gangbanging in my blood, no love Get slugged, body drug through the mud, bring it on let's thug Cause we comin', straight young gunnin', catching niggas running Y'all motherfuckers don't want to do none Bone killer, killer to the bone, I got that home address Y'all niggas better leave it alone, this Raw Dope life or death hook Any time or place let's go, down for the cause, strapped to draw Ready to brawl, back against the wall, us against all Y'all motherfuckers don't want to do none (x2) Let's get bucked til' this bitch catch fire Look a' here, we the rodeo riders, crucial colliders, crucial killers (?) fighters, wild west-siders You can't have the truth, the truth like liars It's on tonight, so know We having fun making highways on your crossroads, overload The fuck E coming back in the form of the Messiah, tight like pliers Cutting perfect wires, hide like Mayans The reason they singing the blues is cause these niggas need to retire More of a musical wiser So I advise you to get up and be done Give me the bone, those motherfucking niggas really don't want none Pop for the Wild-Wild, feel the buck, cook em' up pow-pow Give it up for the Chi town, nigga watch out, get knocked out the box Roll with the top-notch heat pop pop For the plot and we dropping em' Unstoppable, cocking em', leaving em' dead When they lay in the land of the raw, nigga what you seen, what you saw The nigga 4 deuce stack em' all Bringing the C-O-N-Flict team from R-E-N-E-G-A-D-E's Got four others now and take everything you own Now as serious as I am, why am I so serious now Cause it's been no time for games playing around wastin' your life Quit talking crap and pullin' Pussy gonna get you killed if you don't use it Got go-getters, plenty missles, stop em' drop em' and I'm wishing Who that fucking with your eyes Got you blind to the fact that it's us against all, back to the wall Violent lessons jumping off unless you all to the raw It's the bull and the rope and I'm making you choke Travel the world with us people and folk Tell us go watch everywhere that we go But we still keeping it dope yo' Niggas just bark for some Kibbles and Bits Niggas don't know about this lyrical shit ?Life or death?, Renegades, Realer and Flic' Coming through your town and killing your clique hook I'm a hit a nigga up so truly gooly, he wouldn't understand it Recognize me in this shit as a chief I said And run up to me with your shit, go on and do it, cause I would Fuck this motherfucking status shit, I'm bringing the goods And tempting their manhoods, to think they could even fuck with me Call me Coldhard (?), busting shit from 'cross the street nigga Throw all my cards to box with 'em Cars are still deep but your sound was still illing What the fuck, you niggas think I'm chilling cause I'm calmed and cool So perhaps I'll bust on one of you stupid ass niggas for being a fool Stroll through, I'm heated Them gats combusting rapid at your whole crew Get called for disaster cause we strapped and let the dogs loose Hit the main man with the deuce, for the high tech shit fucked up With Flic' now its on with you, you scared, ? out your ? in bed Sissy ass nigga we really ain't done shooting the lead Split your cabbage to the red for fucking with us Now we sick in the head nigga By all means, it really don't stop, stay out the dark Keep messing get marked Face to face I'm 'a check them phonies That don't want none trying to diss my homies Roll and rocker creeping through your city Bone crusher when I slap you silly Bone rusher when my mac milli catch a toe tag for touching my billi Who the fuck want some drama, I'm a' slice 'em up, dice 'em up I'm 'a cut their head off then neck I'm feel like I spent twenty years down in Tibet Rumbles, give me red ass knuckles, knuckles hit his eye like buckles Buckles keep 'em spit like Ruffles Fuck it, like a must we buck it hook

Make The City Stand Still

Maestro "Built To Last"
[Maestro] This joint's dedicated to all emcees Yo, stay focused with this A'ight Stay strong, stay dedicated Maestro Check it out, yo Yeah yeah, yo I'm still smashin' it So compassionate House of Commons want me on the cabinet The graduate who got the phattest shit I splatter shit Niggas better scatter when I'm splashin' it Flashin' it Pass the record books and watch me shatter shit I made the city hot Rhymes makin' niggas drop Even free-stylin' when CKLN was fifty watts Then I built the strategy Gradualy, I planned to be The greatest from the city Brothers started stabbin' me Made your backbone slide to this, glide to this Brothers jealous 'cause their sons couldn't shine like this It ain't my fault that my song's phat It ain't my fault that my pops loved my mom, black I made the bomb track Kids were jackin' for beats when my rap hit the streets I went to church and even signed my autograph for the priest When my track was released, you noticed me Toronto prodigy of poetry Even white chicks were faintin' over me The flyer boss, toured like Diana Ross It kills me when I see you young brothers tryin' to floss You got a long way to go to keep the hip in the hop I left in ninety two, it's like the fukin' industry stopped But it's on, don't panic Emcees stay frantic It's automatic, we makin' audio dramatic Lyrically I'm a bill, at the top of a hill Show my sons how to chill, and make the city stand still [Chorus: Wade O. Brown] We're gonna make it happen We're gonna make it shine We're gonna make it happen It's a race against our time Oh, oh, oh We're gonna make it happen [Maestro] Yeah, yeah, yeah I remember when my pops took me to this lady She said she couldn't beleive how many shady people wanna slay me She said they wanna wreck you, they wanna wet you But don't sweat it, your ancestors will protect you Many nights I woke up, frozen stiff, couldn't move Stayed calm, bible open on the twenty third song Who could it be now A brother that I ripped, an old school shorty that I used to hit (go figure) In life I learned cats'll try to hurt you That's why I gotta stay tight with my family, and keep a small circle Many broads said to me, that my seed they wanted to carry Didn't love me at all But to shine, they wanted to marry Sayin' let's sex tonight , but I'm a skeptic type It's a rougher world That's why it's tough to trust a girl Never the less I'm maintainin', with pure determination Two junos, plus ten nominations No way I'm gonna crumble, I stayed humble I reminisce when K-4CE teamed up with MC Rumble T-dot, nineteen eighty six, turned the party out Gave love, but didn't have to sweat the brothers down south It's on, don't panic, emcees stay frantic It's automatic, we makin' audio dramatic Lyrically I'm a bill, at the top of a hill Show my sons how to chill, and make the city stand still [Chorus] [Wade O. Brown] I know, for sure That we're bound to make it In time, we'll find It's the sky of ????? Oh oh oh We're gonna make it happen We're gonna make it, We're gonna make it [Maestro] Yeah You could never make the city smile You're Conway Twitty style Silly pile for real You ain't a willy child I cap your dome, everytime I rap alone Plus the way I chaperones, make the feds tap a phone I elevated you, you know who educated you Peace to Ron Nelson, he put me on in eighty two Now I'm comin' back I got the stunning tracks Spreadin' love to all my peeps and show the younger cats Hit 'em with the phattest songs Fuck the sprint, it's a marathon I seen alot of shit, now I'm passin' it on I love Redman and Naughty shit But now I'm on some Barry Gordy shit I need another forty hit It's on, don't panic Emcees stay frantic It's automatic, we makin' audio dramatic Lyrically I'm a bill, at the top of a hill Show my sons how to chill, and make the city stand still It's on, don't panic Emcees stay frantic It's automatic, we makin' audio dramatic Lyrically I'm a bill, at the top of a hill Show my sons how to chill, and make the city stand still [Chorus]

Whatz That!?!

TWIZTID "Mirror Mirror"
Microphone check, 1, check 2 now what dat feel like [Madrox:] They say were just a couple in the way, ass, talkin way too fast, and all our shit it sound like trash. You cant see us, replicate us and try to be us,envonius swab meet, twoo stripe adidas, now what choo holdin down, dog yo whole style is sunk, yo rhymes is wack yo shit dont bump, you say im hatin, hell naw im jsut tellin teh deal, and since i hate you then i dont give a fuck how you feel, we keep ya dead jumpin, put yo hands up in the air, you can diss the un-real, cuz the un-real dont really care,we dont give a fuck, load bodies off in the trunk,everyday is prolly the 13th wit bad luck, somehow we made it through, dont know how, somehow we do, without relyin on radios or interviews, where my killas at Middle fingers in the air, and we spreadin the numbers everyday so be prepared. [Chorus:] What thats thats what its like, and I dont want nobody to know, (nobody) What's that thats what its like and I dont want nobody to know (nobody) [4x] [Monoxide:] I cut ya eye ball out wit an exact-o blade, you still couldnt see my freek show my state, levitate up in the middle of the room and have everybody shakin in they kung-fu shoes, i got, madrox wit me packin a bowl, I got, 17 keepin one in the hole, I got a , stash spot that I keep on the low, in case I gotta put in work on a bitch ass Jugghoe, people sending me the death threats, but i got somethin for you fake ass bitches better believe that, my axe swinging I got ya blood on my face, witcha body still floppin cut in half at the waist, its like, deeper than a mad man, shit it aint nouttin to lose but my shell and you can have dat, never void, muhfucka never die, wit tha axe and the pistol representin the East Side [Chorus] [Madrox:] we got the dialect, to dialate yo intellect, we teach of love and hate without no textbook or no internet, we stomp on waves(waves) play in the graves (graves) adn the take the minds of poserless and knee it at your face, Man define minda frames, everyone is king, and the pressures of the world are crumbled by teh words we sing, I ain't content Im pissed and sick off all this bullshit we all up in yo face, run up on this Geractric [Monoxide:] WE aint the trance or the millenium, I cann tell ya dat, you can keep that freestyle rap and back back, we are the drama seekers, lookin for non -believers, we walk and water and clouds, and slit the dream weavers, I hope ya glad to meet us, now get a blaze up, you jsut a hounddog, stalk bitch, so raise up, you outta mind outta body, outta spirt, outta rhyme, sneak up on you in teh dark from behind [Chorus]

After Ever After 2

If you've ever wondered why Disney tales all end in lies Here's what happened after all their dreams came true [Mulan (I'll Make a Man Out of You):] (Be a, be a man) After saving China I went home alone I was feeling conflicts in my lower zone I've been dressing like a guy for months Now I'm losing all control I think I am a guy in my soul (be a, be a man) I wanna be a man [Soldier 1:] I've never seen a guy so hot [Mulan:] Time to reinvent the new me [Soldier 2:] Every time he speaks it makes me want to sing (I'm so confused) [Soldier 1:] Be quiet, or we'll get caught [Soldier 3:] Maybe one day he'll screw me [Mulan:] Now I really get why my nickname is Ping I've gotta be a man I've got the brains and the bite of females Plus the brute and the brawn of dudes I know I'm ready for transformation It's time to replace all these useless tubes (Good for you) [Cinderella (A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes):] The prince was absolutely the only single wish my heart made Guess my wish came true But we never really talked much Before he discovered my shoe The night after we got married I recounted all of my plights Of how I fit inside a pumpkin My canines turned to coachmen Prince threw me in Bedlam that night The white jackets say I'm nutty (she's nutty as a bat) Cause my clothes are sewn by rats (put some meds in her food) But their pills turn my brain to putty (hey, GOT HER) Now Lucifer's not just my cat (I AM SATAN) Their insulin puts me under Shock therapy's made me insane And after years of steady frying The doctors gave up trying They stuck 2 steel rods in my brain [Tiana (Dig a Little Deeper):] I spent a bloomin lifetime To open my cafe Then I took a dive in 2005 Now it's washed away (it's all washed away) I was picked up by a chopper After four nights on my roof Now my new home is the Astrodome Cause New Orleans ain't Katrina proof Ya better carry 'round a shotgun Or looters take your kids (Hide your kids!) Ya better pee inside of jam jars (ew) Be sure to keep those lids Now, no We needed Noah but we got Bush Our "savior" flew away and hid Rough seas and levees, Rough seas and levees, Rough seas and levees, I'm dead [Elsa (Let It Go):] There is no snow on the mountain tonight Just sulfur in the air A kingdom of greenhouse gases Only Bill Nye seems to care My town is melting, breaking off into the sea It's time I show the strength of an evil queen (of an evil queen) With Germany and Putin, too I'll free the penguins and throw you in a zoo We're going green by spilling red And if you're not dead [Elsa (Do You Want To Build A Snowman):] I built a hoard of evil snowmen They're gonna take over the world Let it snow, let it snow Now Fox News will need heat lamps Let it snow, let it snow I hope you concentrate in camp (Heil Elsa) We don't care who we have to slay Let my troops march on (the troops march on) The cold's coming back and it's here to stay [Tiana:] I sunk like a brick [Cinderella:] Prince thinks I'm sick [Elsa:] Ice is melting quick [Mulan:] Now I have a... lot of self esteem Wah wah wah waaaahhh

96 Fuckries

JME "Integrity>"
Oh please, I couldn't care bout your T & Cs, I'm J to the M to the E, I make G R I M to the E, I make you bop your head, to the beat, From the S W to the N to the E, Bear M to Cs thought they could swim with the sharks Until they entered the Sea, BLUKU! Big up N to the G, Footsie, D to the E to the E, I Show bare love like I did a E, Been like this from I entered the scene, Yeh, grime, I rep to the T, 140 Yeh I kept to the beat, If you wanna badboy grime remix then just give Me or Skepta the Pee, SAFE! You hype too much, But I don't see you fight too much, That's why you're not liked too much, You've been snorting the White too much, You man swear on your life too much, Careful or you might die too much, Bare Mcs just lie too much, If not then they say like too much, Easy peasy similes used frequently Really gets on my nerves, Reason Jme's lyrically sick recently I don't pet with my words, Beef me? really you're chattin all street see but You don't step on the curb, These fake greezy Mc's come against me but See I rep for the nerds, I was out the game but Now I'm inside, Met some of my best pals in grime, Richard Cowie, baddaman James McCabe And Jahmek Power inside, Tempa T said shower down time, Take music serious no lies, And now my badboy megazord whips got More features than iOS5! Juju man, voodoo do'er, Mike Lowery any YouTube viewer, Original dead girlfriend slewer, So I don't care what you do to her, Stop chatting shit poo poo Chewer, "Came from the gutter", "came from the sewer", Anyman that chats poop I will Take out your eyeball with a Bamboo skewer! I roll with Aaron & Aaron, Frequently I get stopped by the gammon, Cause my whip looks like it should be owned by Jeremy Clarkson or Richard Hammond, Feds pull me like I'm a drug baron, Chattin' bare shit, can't understand 'em, In the stereo I got Krept & Konan, In the boot I got my Creps & my Canon, I don't own a blackberry, Ask for my pin and get slapped heavy, Call me a rude kid or a maniac but Beats... I ain't sharing 'em like teddy! The only thing I will share like Jack Is lyrics, spray whenever you're ready, Don't ask why I'm looking in your boat With your big head fam, you got a ferry! I ain't a killer but D P M O! Run up on guys with the green leaf camo', Badboy Eleven Paris leather jacket Fall back It's not CP famo, See my black lips on your TV channel, Bare mcs wanna be me I know, You will never be like Jme, I told you on my last C.D rago! I had a Durag straight at birth, God sent me here to make shit worse, Nobody wants a punch in the face Cause when you get punched in the face it hurts, Jump in the whip, spaceship turbz, Open my drink Shake it first, When I drive My car don't move fam? The wheels turn and they drapes the earth! I am so raw in a rave, Jme Encore on stage, As soon as I spit one 4 & an 8, I will leave the dance floor in a state, You're not lord of the place? You jacked couple guys before with your mates, Your not a badman cause you robbed someone fam? You're just Poor & brave! Beef? Slam doors in your face, Uppercut leave your jaw in a brace, Man will draw for the hadak-dak-duken Leave you on the floor snoring away, MCs think they're raising the bar By spitting on 14 genres a day? Safe, Raising the bar makes it easier for me to score anyway! One take.

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