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Artist:Ice-T  Album:Rhyme Pays 

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A child was born in the East one day Moved to the West coast after his parents passed away Never understood his fascination with rhymes or beats In poetry he was considered elite Became a young gangster in the streets of L.A. Lost connections with his true roots far away But no matter the job or crime He never lost his hardcore obsession to rhyme New York's hip hop movement broke loose DJ's cut records, raps had the juice Since busting rhymes was his natural thing He was crowned the west coast MC king But after his inauguration there was a rush Of wack rappers with one intention to crush This master rapper and take his throne A simple job,he had no crew, he stood all alone Assassins came in groups of one through five With raps no mortal MC could survive But he showed no mercy, he rapped blood thirsty Battling from Friday on through to Thursday Never losin a bout, never ending in doubt Every confrontation K.O. knock out On his never ending journey to the T.O.P. The L.A. player M.C. ICE-T [Verse One] Magnificent rhymer, I'm the ill beat designer If they ask you if I'm def, don't front and say kinda Merciless, meticulous, so fresh it's ridiculous I'm raised in the heart of Los A-N-G-E-L-E-S King word connector, the vocal projector Your girl tried to jock me, I had to reject her Always adventurous voice some say is sensuous Now, I'm on the mic so I think I better mention this I don't like Gucci, Fila, Louie or Fendi Those are fads and I ain't trendy But whether your name's Lucy, Terry, Laura or Cindy Ice got beef and this ain't Wendy's Bust a move while I'm talkin' Sucker rappers I be stalkin' When they see me on the street with my homeboy walkin' They slow down, turn around and ask was that Ice? Then they see me cold countin' my cash Rhyme pays!! [Verse Two] Moves must be busted, girls can't be trusted I looked at your lady and I was disgusted Came into the party just to rock the place And your big zombie lookin' freak still won't get out of my face I don't mean to diss her, but do you kiss her? Look at her lips, she got them crazy blisters Body that smells like the New York mets Arm pits all nappy packed full of sweat I hope this something that you never forget Tie that freak outside next time you come in the set Because my jams be crazy, packed with all fly ladies I'm talkin' def girlies and I don't mean maybe The way I rhyme no one will ever slay me And I ain't lyin' rhyme do pay me ! Rhyme pays!! [Verse Three] I'm notorious, I'm infamous, like a snake I'm venomous For those who may diss I think you should consider this I can make a rhyme complicated as a puzzle Dangerous and as violent as a

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