Founds total 18 songs
Colors
I am a nightmare walking, psychopath talking. King of my jungle just a gangster stalking. Living life like a firecracker quick is my fuse. Then dead as a deathpack the colors I choose.
Intro
What up Mike?. Um, we almost ready now my nigger. It's El Presidente, young hov Jay-Z. You know how the fuck we do it. Fort Minor, we Major. Man, what else can I tell you people?.
Heartbeat (joan Jett)
(J. Jett/J. Allen). . Are you my lover. Or just fancy covers. That I hold at night. I wish upon a star. With my eyes shut tight. That my hopes and dreams.
Heartbeat
Are you my lover. Or just fancy covers. That I hold at night. I wish upon a star. . my eyes shut tight. That my hopes and dreams. Will be recognized. Cause it's fun with you.
What Ya Wanna Do?
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 stuff up, y'all feel good?.
The Hunted Child
Verse 1. (Today in Los Angeles another youth loses his life. Gunshot wound to. the head. Street violence is at an all time high). . No jokin' I'm sleepin' with my eyes open.
Squeeze The Trigger
Squeeze the trigger. . Rampage on stage,my crews in a rage. Searched my posse,found the Uzi but missed the 12 gauge. Maniac,I'm a rhyme brainiac,livin' on the edge of a razor.
Somebody Gotta Do It (pimpin' Ain't Easy!!!)
My lifestyles crazy,I'm luxury lazy. So much gold that jewelry don't phase me. Coroless phone,eight or nine homes. Girlies on my Jammie with Ice-T Jones.
Sex
Sex in the morning,sex at night,sex in the afternoon's alright. Ain't a man on earth,that can stay alive. Without a, sex drive. . Sex (x4). . I was in a contest to rock the world.
Pain
Deuce,deuce revolver was my problem solver. Had a def girl,really didn't want to involve her. In the life of a gangster,use to rob bankster. But now I'm locked up,I'm just a punk low rankster.
Make It Funky
(Make it funky). So the people can get down to the funky sound. Cause my crew don't mess around. (Make it funky). So the girls can get busy,dog the dance floor.
Intro (rhyme Pays)
A child was born in the East one day. Moved to the West coast after his parents passed away. Never understood his fascination with rhymes or beats. In poetry he was considered elite.
Intro
A child was born in the East one day. Moved to the West coast after his parents passed away. Never understood his fascination with rhymes or beats. In poetry he was considered elite.
I Love Ladies
Ya heard the Ice was rockin', ticket sales were high. Bought some fresh Adidas so you could look fly. Broke out from your crib rushin' to get here. Tripped ans stumbled almost broke your neck comin' down the stairs.
Freedom Of Speech
A-yo Ice, man. I'm working on this term paper for college.. What's the First Amendment?. . Freedom of Speech, that's some motherfuckin' bullshit. You say the wrong thing, they'll lock your ass up quick.
6'n The Mornin'
6 in the morning, police at my door. Fresh Adidas squeak across the bathroom floor. Out my back window I make a escape. Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape.
409
It's time to start the party if ya'll don't mind. Me and "E" clean our Adidas with 409. He rocks the highs,I dog the bass. Ya want to hear us rock?. Here's a taste!!!.
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