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{Ice-T after your tremendous on your past albums
Some have said you've sold out of use of
Rock n' Roll in music, how do you reply to that?
You see a lot of don't realize that you know
Rock n' Roll is truly black music, it was by
Berry, Little Richard, an' black people like that
Who it off back in the day you know and as far as
I'm concerned, music is music, I look at it is Rock
R n' B or that kind of stuff, I look at it as music you know
And anybody who said that I sold out, they can basically my
Dick, 'cause I really give a fuck about that shit, you know
But I do what I like and I to like Rock n' Roll an' I feel
for anybody who only listens one form of music, now right now
I got my own rock band, it's got to jump off, it's real black
Band called Bodycount, and a, on some of the records I'm layin' Some vocals on it and a, I got a tape of it right here, yo, check it out}

know sometimes I sit at home, you know
An' I watch T.V. and I what it would be like
To live some place you know
Piccass, B Show, Ozzy and
You know cops coming got your
Cat out of the
All your friends of old age, but you see
I in South Central Los Angeles
And

Shit ain't that
It's real up

God damn, a brother gotta do
To get a through
To the red, and blue?

What, I die?
you realize
I was a with open eyes

The insane
While you drink
And I'm livin' in rain

You try to ban the A.K.
I got ten of 'em
With a case of grenades

Tell us to do
you
Tell us to do
you
Tell us to do
you
Tell us to do
you

You what to do
If a kid got killed on the way to
Or a cop your kid in the back yard
Shit would hit the fan
It hit real hard

I hear it every night, another gun
The tension mounts on with the body

Yo Big Master
Take these motherfuckers to South
Yea, fuck

I hear it night, another gun fight
The tension mounts on with the count

weekend
Thirty-seven kids in a gang warfare
In my

No, no, no

{Yo Sei, take these motherfuckers home}

Yea

Yea we in a house count
Four ninety one motherfucker

I it every night, another gun fight
The tension mounts on with the count

God what a brother gotta do
To get a message
To the red, white and

What, I die?
Before you
I was a nigga with eyes

The world's
While you drink
And I'm livin' in black

Don't you the guns?
You stupid, dumb, suckin'
Bum

us what to do
you
Tell us to do
you
The mounts