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sight,
sun bleeds on the bricks,
and brings forth the night,
the red saranade,
give shade to backstreets,
heads adjust the EQ,
for the bass in they jeeps,
sake, you know how we do
My nig' old times sake, just for me
Man, one more time, i'm begging you
Let me just go in, and just
Fly on these niggas heads
to the median, park it halfway between the streets
So passing by vehicles can crash into it! Ha!
Back to Bad Behaving as I'm back on the beat!
The neighborhood
Party!
(Okay party people in the house)
Yo yo, in the place to be
My name is MC Ice-T
I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me
We about to tear
it
Tryna live better going through all my faults
On the way to work going through all these thoughts
Might just make a song cause it's too much to talk
people walk by me and check out my
Shoes, no one my enemy think I'm quite
Cute, bumping my head I feel like I'm Cai
Llou, Fuck I like bitches with pretty
called my phone like
"Holla they sayin' Cassidy let Calicoe
Hear his rounds for you" i'm like
"So? Like that's gon' save him"
Well at the face off I was
Montana
Guinea tragedy, South Park strategy
Satan is mad at me, tell him come battle me
Hm - cause I don't love him, my dome is too witty
This rhyme by
the autobahn
In the distance or the
Steps of his companion just a few feet ahead
Caged court centered in a park somewhat
Densely populated with live oak trees
found you in pain
Broken man
Waiting to be fixed by me
Waiting for my healing
Are you my dream man?
Your hair, long to make me touch it
Those eyes,
I left my city for San Francisco
Took a free ride off a billionaire's jet
L.A, I'm from nowhere, who am I to love you?
L.A, I've got nothing, who
place of shit
Bloody fists are smashing all around
This place is bad for me I think I'm going mad
I pay a price too strong for my young life
Should be
And until you read the story of how one became
Don't say nothing Shhhhhhhhhh it's not your place
So can we live for them cant let them rott in a cage not
Compton;
A C-K Ride.
I glide throught the park, in the dark, with my gun out.
Bickin' back, being bool, in a little dugout.
Wait for the moment to serve
words like poetry
My haters pray for my downfall
By givin fake love supposedly
And I still remember the things you said
I think about you every night
by my grind like the shaker
Mind my behavior
I park the car for the valet
Set the table for the waiters
Totally self sufficient with a
Whole lot
sort of chilly
Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for phillies
After being blessed by the herb's essence
I'm back to my rest, ten
give up
Only thing I ever gave up's using no more excuses
Excuse me if my head is too big for this building
And pardon me if I'm a cocky prick but you
a fresh fifty cent piece, your girlfriend, come here
Oh shit, you my man's niece, the gourmet pocket twenty
Bombs made of clay, Sexcapades take place
never seen it
But I've heard it's pretty shit so I dont know what I'm missing
Pulled up in the car park the place was packed
Bloke in the burger van, was
to stop by and check us out sometime
He looked at me like I'm out my mind
Shook his head like, "White boys don't know how to rhyme"
I spit out a line
gwaaiz no dop by the pozi
No bra's allowed im lonely
Park dom live long stay pozi
Im tryn'a leave the house tryn'a get head
Police stop and check, take
hand to me
It's inherited it runs in the family
They said I was a head of my time or either here before
To see the idea clear it takes a year
for school lunch
You up here lyin' 'bout shit
That you ain't do once
My life? I'm like a modern day RL stein
These stories will give you Goosebumps
I do
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