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| Ice-T The Iceberg/Freedom Of Speech This One's for Me Thanks to dj.flash@pobox.com for these lyrics. Yo yo whassup Ice man you look upset brother Yo man, I got a lot of things on my mind man But I don't know if I should put it on this record, yaknahmsayin? Man go ahead and kick it man Let the people know what's happenin man You know brothers out there sellin out man Why they goin out like that man? Yo, sellin out like it ain't nothin man I ain't with it [Ice-T] Dig it, I'm just a brother from L.A. South Central, I live life the fly way Used to bang and hustle but I traded for the big game Infamy got dumped for fame Now I'm known and respect as creator of the crime rhyme; but my lyrics are deeper Because I'm the one that makes you think before make a move I wrote "Pusher", "High Rollers", and "Colors" just to prove that I could kick game, and drop knowledge at the same time But one L.A. station wouldn't play my records one time I'm tryin to save my community but these bourgeoise blacks keep on doggin me They don't care about violence, drugs and gangs KJLH, you ain't about nuttin You just a bunch of punk bourgeoise black suckers and this one's for me You won't play no Public Enemy You ain't playin no Boogie Down Productions You ain't tryin to represent the black community You just carin about your little ol' R&B +BULL+ you play all day and night I represent Los Angeles all over the United States and you ain't did NUTTIN for me Think about it Hold up, I ain't finished on the diss tip There's a few more punks that I got to rip All you chump MC's who sell out quick When P.E. was on the top, you rode the tip But now they got problems and you suckers run Who's Chuck's real friends, does he really have one? You yell P.E. this, P.E. that Fist in the air, proud to be black Now they got static and you run like punks I haven't heard an MC stand up for him once Maybe you suckers are just hopin that they fall off so you can fill their shoes, nope sorry boss That's what the matter with black people anyway We ain't down with nothin, I don't care what you say yell or lie, don't even bother How low will a brother go for a dollar? Public Enemy broke a new rap age And now you rappers ain't got nuttin to say? "Yo it's their problem" "Griff shouldn'ta said it" E where's my pistol? (Yo I'll go get it) Cause it's time for me to enforce some discipline Are you down or not, are you out or in? Chuck Flav and Griff are my true friends I got their backs if it means my career ends All you so-called down MC's with Public Enemy I ain't heard nobody out there, tryin to help my man out YouknowhatI'msayin? Griff is my man, I don't care WHAT he said YouknowhatI'msayin? And I ain't gon' let them go out like that YouknowhatI'msayin? Chuck, Ice got your back Anybody out there got problems with Public Enemy, come talk to me Once again, I'm back in the diss mode I gotta speak my mind, it's time to unload on this so-called government we've got If I lied like them, I think I'd get shot They sell drugs to kids and say it's us And when the cops are crooks, who can you trust? You only see young brothers in a drug bust Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust My homey got a year for an ounce of weed while Bush sells weapons to the enemy You gotta be stone blind not to see "Our government is honest!" Nigga, please Cocaine can't be made in the United States Kickin facts like this our government hates The young kids on the streets ain't the enemy They're just ghetto youth after money They sell drugs, but who sells drugs to them? Try the C.I.A. my friend or the F.B.I. or even Bush Somebody's gettin rich, damn sure ain't us We're just killin ourselves while others laugh Look at the street, it's a cocaine bloodbath We gotta realize dope is pure death Mess with drugs, you're breathin your last breath Sellin drugs is straight up genocide They're gonna laugh, while we all die Sittin up there thinkin you're makin that money Hustlin and all that, you're killin your brothers YouknowhatI'msayin? You just stupid, straight up stupid Puttin dope into your body - c'mon, youknowhatI'msayin? You gotta get somethin goin out there Get some brains, youknowhatI'msayin? We are just playin ourselves cold out of the pocket This one's for me, I make records for you but this cut I straight out had to do There's topics in my mind I have to break cause so many of you out there are so damn fake If ya ain't know they're no-one, cutthroats backstabbers, scheamin for banknotes And all of you out there know what I'm talkin bout If you claim you're down then NEVER sell-out Never sell out, youknowhatI'msayin? You gotta stay down for yours You know I want it, sure as I'm Ice-T I make records for you, but this one's for me You know what I'm talkin bout out there There's ways to sell out left and right But you ain't got to do that There's things more important than money I'm talkin bout pride, I'm talkin bout dignity You got it out there All you got to do is stand on your own two feet Don't go out like no sucker Stay down, youknowhatI'msayin? Peace |
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