| I’m livin' large as possible, posse unstoppable
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| Style topical, vividly optical
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| Listen, you’ll see 'em sometimes I’ll be 'em
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| Cops, critics and punks, never ever want to see me in POWER
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| Well, that’s too bad, Apocalypse Now I’m back and I’m mad
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| We’re comin', you’re runnin' cold and cunning
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| Ice T on the mic, TopGunning
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| After your neck, checkin' respect, makin' you sweat
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| Rhyme Syndicate boy in effect
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| The rap motivator, teacher, talker, night rhyme stalker
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| Words thrillin', so real they’re chillin', the hit author
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| Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don’t want none
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| RHYME PAYS was the name of the album
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| But that was number one, this is the number two
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| The posse grew, we’re gonna break through
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| Power
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| Somebody line up the suckers who refuse to recognize the truth
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| Tie up the punks who refuse to understand the youth
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| My posse’s growin' and it’s gettin' larger every day
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| Come on, come on, come on, toys, let's play
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| Circle the calendar, perpetrator doomsday
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| ICE T fool man of my own full grown
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| I cause havoc when I speak upon the microphone
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| I’m outspoken, no jokin', get in my face your jaw will get broken
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| Layin' it, sayin' it, then you’re playing it
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| Lyrics so heavy that you might try weighin' it
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| Hated by many but I hate’em back
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| Loved by troopers who know where it’s at
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| You might like me, might think I’m wack
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| But don’t step to me cause the boy stays strapped
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| I’m taking no shorts, hatin' the courts, hatin' the judges
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| Punk DA’s with their personal grudges
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| I hate the clubs that think with their butts
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| No hats, no jeans, no sneakers, no what?
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| No beepers, no gold? |
| Yo kiss my ass
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| We’ll wait and see who gets the last laugh
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| We’ll have the power
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| Power (x3)
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| Power it starts with P like pussy
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| She knows she’s got it, she doesn’t worry, does she?
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| Spendin' your cash, leavin' you in the trash
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| While your little head’s thinkin', they're gone in a dash
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| They got it, know it, that's why they show it
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| The power of sex, if man could overthrow it
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| He’d be king in a day, no way. |
| We get rich, hard, give it away
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| We’re weak and as we speak, the girls are hawkin'
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| Sizin' me up straight out as I’m talkin'
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| But you gotta have control if you want the gold
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| I don’t wanta be alone like Stallone
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| So I keep my mind thinkin' 'bout the green
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| And stop dwellin' on the in-between
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| I got the power
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| Power
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| I’m on a mission mackin' hard as a hammer
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| Take my picture, I might take your camera
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| My posse might move, and they move fast
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| A fool’s move could be a punk’s last
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| Ain’t no criminal although I used to be
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| Ain’t no new jack rappin' ain’t new to me
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| I been makin' records on wax since 1982
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| Now it’s 1988 finally I’m coming through
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| That adds up to six years of makin' ok jams, but now I’m mad
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| Here comes the body slam
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| Turnin' out concerts, house'n the industry
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| Lovin' all the fly girls screamin' for ICE T
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| Rollin' with the Syndicate my unstoppable battalion
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| 38 Solid gold my medalion
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| Gainin' velocity, momentum and energy
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| ICE Capital T
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| I got the power
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| Power
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| So you say that I’m a fake think, you really must be a fool
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| I been to jail more times than you have probably been in school
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| Shot at, shot back, hit, and seen my buddies killed
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| That’s the foundation upon the raps of ICE-T are built
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| I say what I think, the system does stink
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| Money you walk, you short, you're writin' from the klink
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| Come on, what's up, you know the laws are full of bull
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| Prey on the lame, release those with pull
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| Power! |
| I know you wanta try it
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| Well check out money can buy it
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| Control and mold the world to do your wishin'
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| The knowledge of power is mine, so just listen
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| Money controls the world and that’s it
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| And once you got it, then you can talk shit
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| Power
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| You have the power
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| Power
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| You have the power
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| I got the power (fade out) |