I am just a small town boy. But don't hold that against me. Mum's a lawyer, Dad's got a bank. But really I'm OK. Should I stop or should I go. I'm full of indecision.
I am just a small town boy. But don't hold that against me. Mum's a lawyer, Dad's got a bank. But really I'm OK. Should I stop or should I go. I'm full of indecision.
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?.
Ice-T, nigga. Representin. Strictly Westside, nigga. South Central in the muthafuckin hiddouse. Check the technique, nigga. Representin for my real niggas out there.
[Intro: Ice-T Talking]. ooohh, that's what I'm talkin' about. Ice Berg, 2006, remember this. . [Chorus:]. Go Ice man. Walking in the rain with the people that I love, feels so fine "uha".
attention!. at this moment you are now listening to an Ice-T LP. if you are offended by words like. shit, bitch, fuck, dick, ass, hole, cunt,. dirty bitch, low motherfucker, nigga, hooker, slut, tramp,.
It's goin down. From the Ammo Dump. I got my nigga SLJ and DJ Aladdin. Droppin the fat tracks. Hit em with it. Syndicate's in the muthafuckin house. All duck MC's get flat, muthfuckas.
die rust, and rot away, this last war doesn't have a name. a cancer on this lifeless carcass called the world. not one left in peace, a policy of manditory greed.
[YOUNG AMÉLIE]. If I don't have the world's best Dad. At least it's on his coffee cup!. And once a month I get to have my very own check-up. He's not the kind to give a hug.
I know that It's time to break the walls. My heart is burning. This is my road, my life. I am burning. . If all this is just a dream. Then I never want to wake up.
There's no place in this world where I'll belong when I'm gone. I won't know the right from the wrong when I'm gone. And you won't find me singin' on this song when I'm gone.
Its been a long time since I've seen you. Just like this face to face. And I know I should have called you. But I had another ghost to chase. Should've read your letters.
Stretched between the lamplight and the cigarette ash. In the corner of the city where the markets crashed. There are boxes of the lonely here and fires of hope.
God you must have some balls. To open your mouth at all. There's nothing happening. Around this scene you're in. And when did you get so safe?. Must be the last resort.
She grew up fast as a cabaret show. Take her to the frozen earth, God. With a head full of coppers like a beggars bowl. Take her from the water to sky, God.
Starry nights and sunny days. I always thought that love should be that way. But then comes a time when you're ridden with doubt. You've loved all you can and now you're all loved out.
I don't know what to say. I don't know what to say. Anymore, 'cause it's all been said before. And I don't know where you are. All I know is you're far.
Let's go. Uh, the drop-top specialist. Yes, we turn heads like an exorcist. Red bottoms on our feet looking devilish. We take it to the next level, feel effortless.
It's complicated. It always is. That's just the way it goes. Feels like I waited so long for this. I wonder if it shows. . Head under water. Now I can't breathe.