| People, it's time for the Ice crush
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| So listen to my words I bring much
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| Sense, as I commence, my lirycs intense
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| Get telephoto, break out your big lens
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| Look, check out the sales charts
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| My record’s kickin', I'm breakin’P.D.'s hearts
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| They banned me from their shows
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| Because they said I’m too hard
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| But no sell-out, I guess I’m just barred
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| I ain’t changin’mine for no body
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| They bleeped words from Doug’s LA-DE-DA-DE
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| I can’t get a bleep? |
| What's the deal?
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| Maybe my words are just too real
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| It’s not profanity, it's just the man and me He doesn’t want you to see what I see
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| Doesn’t want you to be what you can be Word, censorship of reality
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| Radio suckers never play me (x3)(sampler of PE rebel without a pause)
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| Suckers don’t, but some do The real troopers bring the ICE to you
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| And close friends to me, yea, PUBLIC ENEMY
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| These stations have high intellect
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| They don’t pretend to be, too bourgeois to rock a jam raw
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| Understand what I’m sayin', they're down by law
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| They play the jams that are right, sometimes not polite
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| They realize you gotta get some people uptight
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| Speak the word, your voice will definitely be heard
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| Lie to yourself, you're destined to be to the curb
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| Some stations don’t care, they'll never put on the air
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| Nothin’but commercial junk, their brain power’s impaired
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| They don’t listen or try to hear what I write
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| Maybe just think once, or try some school at night
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| They’re makin’radio wack, people have to escape
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| But even if I’m banned, I'll sell a million tapes
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| Radio suckers never play me (x3)
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| I made records for music, not for the money
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| To some of you that might sound funny
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| But I ain’t broke, and I don’t joke
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| And my lirics are known to make ears smoke
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| Clear as a gun scope, I speak the pure dope
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| Can the radio handle the truth… Nope
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| Uncut, no edits, no censors
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| You can get a plastic rapper from any ol’dispenser
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| A penny a yard, to make a record ain’t hard
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| But to make it mean something, that's a job
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| 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
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| And get them wack motherfuckers the hell out
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| Radio suckers never play me (x4)
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| Cruisin’down the street what do I see?
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| Crash Task Force, L.A.P.D.
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| Gangs illin', wildin'and killin'
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| Hustlers on a roll, like they got a million
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| Girls on the strap and you know that
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| You know the guys will stop wildin’if you stop that crap
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| But you can’t, you want money so bad
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| You’ll jock anything with the Gucci tag
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| 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
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| While you jump the next jock, well
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| That’s reality, that's what I see
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| Nobody says that you have to agree
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| Censorship that ain’t the way to be
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| I thought you said this country was free?
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| Radio suckers never play me (x2)
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| Tone it down,…Is what they say to me The FCC will not allow profanity
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| Your subject matter’s too hard, make a love song
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| You better get real, come on I ain’t no lover, I'm a fighter
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| Hard core radical rap rhyme writer
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| Pushin’the botton, E does the cuttin'
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| Everything I say amounts to something
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| More than a single rap, I'm too deep for that
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| I lay my lirics with logic, press the wax
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| Play it on your tape deck, feel the effect
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| If you can’t take the heat, eject
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| But I know you can,'cause you’re an ICE-T fan
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| No sell-outs here, my man
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| Radio…(fade out) |