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Intro 1
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People,
Verse 1
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it's time for the Ice crush
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So listen to my words I bring much
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my lyrics intense
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Your telephoto, break out your big lens
Look, check out the sales charts
My record's kickin',
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I'm breakin' P.D.'s hearts
They banned me from
their shows
'Cause they said I'm too hard
But no sell- out, I guess I'm just barred
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I ain't changin' mine for no body
They bleeped words
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from Doug's LA- DE- DA- DE
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I can't get a bleep? What's the deal?
Maybe my words are just
too real
it's just the man and me
see what I see
Doesn't want you to be
what you can be
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Word, censorship of reality
Verse 2
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Radio suckers nev
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er play me
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Radio suckers never play me
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Verse 3
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Suckers don't, but some do
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The real troopers bring the ICE to you
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And close friends to me, yeah,
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These stations have high intellect
They don't pretend to be,
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too bourgeois to rock a jam raw
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Understand what I'm sayin',
they're down by law
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They play the jams that are right,
sometimes not polite
get some people uptight
your voice will definitely be heard
Lie to yourself,
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you're destined to be to the curb
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Some stations don't care, they'll
Nothin' but commercial junk,
their brain power's impaired
They don't listen or try
to hear what I write
Maybe just think once,
or try some school at night
They're makin' radio wack,
But even if I'm banned,
I'll sell a million tapes
Verse 4
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Radio suckers never play me
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Radio suckers never play me
Radio suckers never play me
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Verse 5
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I make records for music,
not for the money
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To some of you that might sound funny
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But I ain't broke, and I don't joke
to make ears smoke
Clear as a gun scope,
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Can the radio handle the truth? Nope
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Uncut, no edits, no censors
You can get a plastic rapper
to make a record ain't hard
But to make it mean something,
But then we do it, they refuse it
So I tell them duck suckers to cold
go screw it
We shouldn't sell out, we
should just yell out
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And get them wack motherfuckers the
hell out
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Verse 6
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Radio suckers never play me
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Radio
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suckers never play me
Radio suckers never play me
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Radio suckers never play me
Verse 7
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Cruisin' down the street what do I see?
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Crash Task Force, L.A.P.D.
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Gangs illin', wildin' and killin'
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Hustlers on a roll, like they got a million
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Girls in the strap and you know that
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You know the guys will stop wildin'
But you can't,
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You'll jock anything with
so the men go get it
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Robbin' and stealin', soon to regret it
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feelin' like a dumbbell
While you jump the next jock, well
That's reality, that's what I see
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Nobody says that you got to agree
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Censorship that ain't the way to be
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I thought you said this country was free?
Verse 8
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dio suckers never play me
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Radio suckers never play me
Verse 9
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Tone it down, is what they say to me
The FCC will not allow profanity
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Your subject matter's too hard,
make a love song
You better get real, come on
I ain't no lover, I'm a fighter
Hard core radical rap rhyme writer
E does the cuttin'
Everything I say amounts to something
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More than a simple rap, I'm too deep for that
I lay my lyrics with logic, press the wax
Play it on your tape deck, feel the effect
If you can't take the heat, eject
But I know you can,
'cause you're an ICE- T fan
No sell- outs here, my man
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