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Power


Artist: Ice T
Genres: Hip-Hop
Total songs: 7
Year: 1988

Heartbeat Lyrics - Power - Ice T

Once again, my friends, it's time to rock it 'til the party ends 

Rhymin' with timin', as EVIL E lets the record spin 

Kickin' it, hittin', rockin', just so dope it's shockin' 

'Cause I be layin' rhymes super sly, 'cause this is do or die 

Make it or break it, although most emcees do fake it 

I'll say the ICE can't take it, time to microphone bake it 

Raise the heatin' level, break out your coal shovel 

Pump the temp, I'm sweatin' like a devil 

Listen to my heartbeat, it's beatin' like a wild man 

But that's natural, 'cause you know that I am 

No punk, no chump, no fool, no toy 

Try to get ill and serve you, boy 

I'm on a hype tip, this ain't no ego trip 

Just rollin' thick as hell, champagne I sip as well 

Listen and you'll envision, this rap's metabolism 

I think the beat is dope, but it's still your decision 

Whether to turn it on, turn it off 

Turn it up, make it loud, make it soft 

Eq me with new frequencies or 

Just rewind me till the tape bleeds 

My heartbeat's kickin' like a Saturday movie 

Some say it's def, some say it's groovy 

I say it's fly, you know why? 

'Cause it's spoken by the brother, whose name is spelt 

The "I" the C-E-T., cold chillin', rhyme villain on the M-I-C 

With raps roarin', I'm never borin', I keep tourin' 

My record sales keep soarin' and soarin' 

I'll make a million, maybe two 

Buy some rides, go blow the dough on my crew 

I wake up the next morning broke as hell 

Not for long 'cause my records sell 

My heartbeat's kickin' like a gun shot 

Why not? That's who I made it for, the hardrocks 

Better watch your gold when the posse breaks 

'Cause what they want, is what they take 

But I'm coolin', I'm never foolin', too busy rulin' 

Sucker emcees who need microphone schoolin' 

Leave 'em dazed, dogged, served and droolin' 

By the playin' punk slayin' mac of microphone duelin' 

 

This conglomeration is just a demonstration 

Of rap's penetration to the core of our nation 

Some rappers get down with toy commercial sounds 

I had my choice, I chose the underground 

Like me or hate me, now if you want you can rate me 

My beat is by ISLAM, the cut's by the great E. 

My heartbeat is kickin', it's kickin' louder and louder 

It's gettin' deafer and deafer, I'm feelin' prouder and prouder 

Not robbin', killin', just mic illin' 

The phone rings, "we made another million" 

Break out the Dom and pop the corks 

I catch a flight to New York 

Hit the L. Q., watch RED spin, "it's closed" 

Brooklyn strikes again 

 

Once again, my friends, it's time to rock it 'til the party ends 

Rhymin' with timin', as EVIL E lets the record spin 

Kickin' it, hittin', rockin', just so dope it's shockin' 

'Cause I be layin' rhymes super sly, 'cause this is do or die 

Make it or break it, although most emcees do fake it 

I'll say the ICE can't take it, time to microphone bake it 

Raise the heatin' level, break out your coal shovel 

Pump the temp, I'm sweatin' like a devil 

Listen to my heartbeat, it's beatin' like a wild man 

But that's natural, 'cause you know that I am 

No punk, no chump, no fool, no toy 

Try to get ill and serve you, boy 

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