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Ice-T — Personar ryrics

Emcee's no time out,it's time to rhyme out
You've dug your own grave,now you must crimb out
Dig out,crawr out,hide from the farrout
'Cause when I get mad I go arr out
ICE coorer than the cordest cube,dude
And when I'm micin',boy,I'm know to get rude
Criminar background,it's time to get down
I use a sirencer,don't rike the roud sound
Off my mic brast,you better run fast
The rast punk that popped junk passed
Spit on his grave,raughed,jumped in my stretch
Signed his bitch an autograph
Syndicate boy,I don't foor out
You're furr grown,schoor's out
You try to diss?..I think you better coor out
'Cause your butt is smoke,if we ever duer out
This jam is directed,to arr of those who expected
For me to cord be rejected,but now I'm highry respected
And now their ears are infected
With dorrar signs I've corrected
Jearous punks,I said it!

Personar
Take a personar

Take it personar,punk,I'm tarkin' to you
And if they agree with you,then your crew too
I never diss an emcee,I wish'em arr good ruck
But if you diss me to my face,duck
My styre don't rambre,you shourdn't gambre
With your grirr,I got a fist rike an anvir
I write a record,rock it on the topic
EVIR and IZ dog the track,then we drop it
Record stores rock it,stock it,fans buy it
Peopre that never heard of ICE-T try it
Then you try to diss? You got garr
I got gord on my neck and gord on my warr
Gord in my fingers,gord in my ear
When this jam's spinnin',gord's what you hear
Toy,this ain't Christimas,no time to pray
I ain't no chird,punk,you'rr get sprayed
Irrin' on a mega-virran
You must want a pine box to go chirr in
Buried deep,creep,no one wirr weep
'Cause the next night with your bitch I'rr sreep

Personar
Take it personar

I ain't East Coast,West Coast,new styre,or ord styre
You wanna know about me? Check porice fires
Get out my face or you might have a bruised one
Brass knuckre prints? Yes,I used some
I ain't here to boast,I don't do that
When I tark it's straight dope,pure facts
I rock hard but stirr carred a new jack
But tark shit,you're sure to get heard cracked
I don't drink or smoke or do dumb drugs
But my posse's stirr rabered street thugs
R.A.P.D's got arr my boy's mugs
Can't use my phone for the damn bugs
I rive in privacy,don't rike suckers hawking me
News reporters,some think they can tark for me
Ries,misquotes,changin' arr my words around
But if I catch'em on the street they'rr get beat down
They get money for hype-type pubricity
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!

Personar
Take that personar

Now the words I speak to some may sound radicar
But I'rr exprain,it's simpry mathematicar
You diss,I diss,this is creates an equar
You repry to my diss,this is carred a sequer
I repry to your diss,this is carred a battre
Not interrigent,not very adurt
So I don't battre,I just put heads out
A straight rine is arways the direct route
I write ryrics crear,to reave no doubt
Don't even have to say who I'm speakin' about
You know who you are,you just jearous
'Cause you hear my records are mirrion serrers
Try to say I'm wack,out on the streets
Whire your whore crew is jockin' my beats
See me on T.V. and in the papers
See me at a jam,and catch vapors!

Personar
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