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Ice-T - Personal

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Emcee s no time out,it s time to rhyme out
You ve dug your own grave,now you must climb out
Dig out,crawl out,hide from the fallout
Cause when I get mad I go all out
ICE cooler than the coldest cube,dude
And when I m micin ,boy,I m know to get rude
Criminal background,it s time to get down
I use a silencer,don t like the loud sound
Off my mic blast,you better run fast
The last punk that popped junk passed
Spit on his grave,laughed,jumped in my stretch
Signed his bitch an autograph
Syndicate boy,I don t fool out
You re full grown,school s out
You try to diss?..I think you better cool out
Cause your butt is smoke,if we ever duel out
This jam is directed,to all of those who expected
For me to cold be rejected,but now I m highly respected
And now their ears are infected
With dollar signs I ve collected
Jealous punks,I said it!

Personal
Take a personal

Take it personal,punk,I m talkin to you
And if they agree with you,then your crew too
I never diss an emcee,I wish em all good luck
But if you diss me to my face,duck
My style don t ramble,you shouldn t gamble
With your grill,I got a fist like an anvil
I write a record,lock it on the topic
EVIL and IZ dog the track,then we drop it
Record stores rock it,stock it,fans buy it
People that never heard of ICE-T try it
Then you try to diss? You got gall
I got gold on my neck and gold on my wall
Gold in my fingers,gold in my ear
When this jam s spinnin ,gold s what you hear
Toy,this ain t Christimas,no time to play
I ain t no child,punk,you ll get sprayed
Illin on a mega-villan
You must want a pine box to go chill in
Buried deep,creep,no one will weep
Cause the next night with your bitch I ll sleep

Personal
Take it personal

I ain t East Coast,West Coast,new style,or old style
You wanna know about me? Check police files
Get out my face or you might have a bruised one
Brass knuckle prints? Yes,I used some
I ain t here to boast,I don t do that
When I talk it s straight dope,pure facts
I rock hard but still called a new jack
But talk shit,you re sure to get heard cracked
I don t drink or smoke or do dumb drugs
But my posse s still labeled street thugs
L.A.P.D s got all my boy s mugs
Can t use my phone for the damn bugs
I live in privacy,don t like suckers hawking me
News reporters,some think they can talk for me
Lies,misquotes,changin all my words around
But if I catch em on the street they ll get beat down
They get money for hype-type publicity
They don t think twice,about dissin me
But that s a mistake,with tha SYNDICATE you shoudn t mess
I hope those punk reporters wear vests!

Personal
Take that personal

Now the words I speak to some may sound radical
But I ll explain,it s simply mathematical
You diss,I diss,this is creates an equal
You reply to my diss,this is called a sequel
I reply to your diss,this is called a battle
Not intelligent,not very adult
So I don t battle,I just put heads out
A straight line is always the direct route
I write lyrics clear,to leave no doubt
Don t even have to say who I m speakin about
You know who you are,you just jealous
Cause you hear my records are million sellers
Try to say I m wack,out on the streets
While your whole crew is jockin my beats
See me on T.V. and in the papers
See me at a jam,and catch vapors!

Inne utwory

Message to the soldier

Where the shit goes down

Losowe utwory

Let it be sung

There must be a forecast
That you won t let yourself see
So you keep watching as you re driftin
Sail away from what you need

Why don t I just give you
Everything you ll take from me
Cuz nobody owns anything
And everyone is free

Thats why

This ship is goin down
Desperately I need...

Beauty within

Liar save me your speach
Liar save me your speach
You are perfect for me
There is no excuse for your repulsiveness
They say its all in my head
That I must realize it s a figure of speach
But I m curious to find out myself
Beauty comes from within
Let s see if that is true
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