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Rampage on stage,my crews in a rage
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Searched my posse,found the Uzi but missed the 12 gauge
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Maniac,I'm a rhyme brainiac,livin' on the edge of a razor
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Remember that
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Cold rollin' thick as a shake,I'm rockin' hard as a quake
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I can't live on bread and water or lobster and steak
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My mino's a riot gun,there ain't none bigger
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About to unload the ammo,"E" squeeze the trigger
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They say I'm violent,they should watch their T.V.
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They say I'm brutal,they should check their P.D.
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You made me,now your kids rave me
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I rap about the life that the city streets gave me
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Murder,intrigue,somebody must bleed
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Miami Vice is small time,L.A's the big league
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From the rollin' 60's to the nickerson "G"
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Pueblos,grape street,this is what I see
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The jungle,the 30's,the V.N.G.
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Life in L.A. ain't no cup of ter
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I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked
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Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard knocks
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Disrespected by snobs,damn near trampled by mobs
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Persecuted by squares workin' nine to five jobs
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Like a panther I prowl ,like a lion I growl
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Learn to see behind my back like the head of an owl
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I'm the voice of the youth,the prophet of truth
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What I speak is really though some
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May say ruthless tactics are takin' by me to awaken
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People to life but I feel no fakin'
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No jivin',no lyin',no frontin',no playin'
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Say exactly whats up,understand what I'm sayin'
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Ban me,try it,you might cause a riot
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What the radio won't play,the underground will supply it
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I'm a MC pirate that's loud not quiet
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Radical as they make'em,make a rule I'll defy it
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Critics may say I'm wise,some may call my words lies
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I've lived more in one day than they will in their lives
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But most do respect the words I inject
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Kick credit for realism and the truth I project
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Because I could bust rhymes for fun,or cut MC's like a knife
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But the topic I love is the drama of life
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So don't diss me don't dare,I feel you should care
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You may think I'm soft but you're just unaware
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Of the wrath of the Ice enraged prepare
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For a true nighmare
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Cops hate kids,kids hate cops,cops kill kid's with warnin' shouts
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What is crime and what in not?what is justice?I think I forgot
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We buy weapons to keep us strong
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Reagan sends guns where they don't belong
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The controversy is thick and the drag is strong
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But no matter the lies we all know who's wrong
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Homeless sleep on the city streets
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Waitin' to die with nothin' to eat
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While rich politicians soak their feet
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In the pools at their ten million buck retreats
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People hate people for color of face
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No one had a choice in the race we were placed
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A brother in queens was beaten and chased
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Murdered cold in the streets, a goodamn disgrace
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Just because of his race,his life went to waste
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And no one went to jail when the court heard the case
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Justice or corruption?it's all interlaced
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How can you swallow this?I can't stand the taste
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Squeeze the trigger
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I get paid for illin',cold makin' a killin'
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My pockets keep fillin',I got dollars to the ceilin'
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Got a safe in my floor,car got bullet proof doors
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Every time I rock the mic I leave you wishin' for more
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Because my raps ain't bull,got cold stupid pull
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You wanna eat my rhymes like candy,till your mind's over full
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But most MC's today ain't got nothin' to say
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"A" to the mother fuckin' "K"
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