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

{You sometimes I sit at home, you know
An' I watch T.V. and I wonder 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 live in South Los Angeles
And

Shit ain't that
It's real up

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

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

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

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

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

You know to do
If a kid got on the way to school
Or a cop shot kid in the back yard
would hit the fan motherfuckin'
It hit real hard

I hear it every night, gun fight
The tension mounts on the body count

Yo Big Master
Take these motherfuckers to South
Yea, that

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

{Last
Thirty-seven kids killed in a warfare
In my

No, no, no

{Yo Aunty Sei, take these motherfuckers

Yea

Yea we in a body count
Four nineteen ninety one

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

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

What, I gotta
you realize
I was a nigga open eyes

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

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

us what to do
you
Tell us to do
you
The tension