This One's For Me Lyrics - The Iceberg / Freedom Of Speech... Just Watch What You Say - Ice T

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