Power

Yo,it's time for me to pump the volume
No problem,the record's revolvin'
Evil's the mixer,i'm the rap trixister
Paparazzi on the bum rush for pictures
Ice,coolin',yo colder than ever
Punk executioner e pull the lever
Rotate the wax tehn cut an'axe the tracks
Push up the levels till the red lights max
Don't try to size up,you better wise up
To the rap criminals,we're succeeded
Dope beats and lyrics,no beepers needed
For this drug deal,i'm the big wheel
The dope i'm sellin',you don't smoke,you feel
Out on the dance floor,on my world tour
I'm sellin' dope in each and every record store
I'm the king pin when the wax spins
Crack or smack will take you to a sure end
You don't need it,just throw that stuff away
You wanna get high?let the record play

Mc ice t
I'm your pusher

I know you're lovin' this drugs as it's comin' out your speaker
Bass thru the bottons,highs thru the tweeters
But this base you don't need a pipe
Just a tempo to keep your hype
Groovin' like i see you doin'
Some stupid crack would just ruin
Your natural high,why?..that ain't fly
And anyone who says it is,lies
Move like i knew you would,like i knew could
And if you ain't cracked out,then i know you should
Be able to give me a clap,to match exact with the track
And since i know that you ain't,i expect that
Oh now this jam is lit,it's like the ultimate
People high off dope but still physically fit
I'll make a million bucks,pack my dough in trucks
>from sellin' dope beats,dope rhymes,dope cuts
I'll be the biggest dope dealer in history
Because all the fly will be high off that ice-t

I'm your pusher

I'm bring it to boil,evil e rock it up
You want it?..i don't think you got enough
Last suckers crossed,syndicate shot'em up
Cops found'em in the lake bottom up
I don't play when it comes to my dope
I check my lyrics close,like with a microscope
I don't clean'em up with no ivory soap
I leave'em hard and pure,hope that you can cope
Because you might o.d. if you overdrive
This record,tape or cd,because the sound i've
Created on this wax is like a chemical
And the knowledge i give,makes me invincible

I'm your pusher

The cops don't know what to do,because my dope breaks thru
No matter what they do,my stuff gets to you
Kickin' on the boulevard,my tempo's hyped and hard
I don't ask,the ice just bogards
Sire records puts me out,with warner bros. clout
My dope hits the streets with no doubt
Evil e adds the cut,then removes it
Iz checks for purity,then approves it
And then you get it,try it,and like it
And if it ain't potent,we remix and spike it
To bring you the pure dope,not a noose in a rope
Because if you're doin' crack,you're on death row
You're just a toy punk,to mess with that junk
You want some real dope,come look in my trunk
The dope i'm sellin' is life,100% legit
So get real fool,and try some real hit

Mc ice t
I'm your pusher
I'm your pusher

Cruisin' for a bruisin',i'm talkin' no crap
Pipe bomb in my trunk,got a nine in my lap
I'm layin' for a sprayin',tonight there's no playin'
My posse's most strapped,tonight the crew's weighin'
Dust is burnin',the steering wheel's turnin'
I'm out a week,i'm already earnin'
Suckers crossed,tonight it's their loss
Payback time,boy,life's the cost
Gauges out the window,one lay cross the roof
They all die if those suckers ain't bullet proof
I'm rollin' death tollin',of course the car's stolen
But i'm blind to what's wrong,all i want is what's golden
A fool in a fight,too dumb to know right
Fuckin' blue light-read'em their rights

Drama (x4)

Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less
I keep a bank for that don't know about the rest
Copped another piece,hit the dark streets
Rollin' once again,fuck the damn police
Called up my friend joe, a roof job pro,459 on his mind car stereos
He said the spot was sleep,he cased the joint a week
3 a.m. on the dot inside we creep
Got alpines,fishes,jvc's,
Motorola phones,sony color tv's
Had the hide packed up till we heard freeze
Fuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights

Drama (x4)

4 in the morning,lights in my face
That's the time,you know the place
Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass
Detects in effect cold doggin' my ass
"what's your date of birth?"..."what's your real name?"
I stuck to my alias,i know the game
If they don't know who you are,then they don't know what you've done
"you're just makin' this harder on yourself,son"
I know this shit by heart,i'm too clever
"have you ever been arrested before?"
"nope,never"
Da reject all over his face
You see no confession,no case
Then my boy started illin',talkin' and tellin'
Son of a bitch-he was a snitch

Drama (x6)

Under i went,i caught a case and half
He dropped the mallet,then the judge laughed
Now i'm in the penzo,chillin' like a real pro
I can't move until the man says go
A puppet of the big game,an institutional thing
I wouldn't be here if i fed my brain
Got knowledge from school books,instead of street crooks
Now all i get is penitentiary hard looks
The joint is like an oven of caged heat
You're just a number,another piece of tough meat
Killers and robbers are all you great
Act soft you will get beat
On death row they got their own hot seat
For those who feel that they are truly elite
The last thing you see's a priest
The lights dim-your life ends

Drama

Once again,my friends,it's time to rock it till the party ends
Rhymin' with timin',while evil e lets the record spin
Kickin' it,hittin',rockin',just so dope it's shockin'
Because i be layin' rhymes super sly,'cause this is do or die
Make it or break it,although most emcees do fake it
I'll say the ice can't take it,time to microphone bake it
Raise the heatin' level,break out your coal shovel
Pump the temp,i'm sweatin' like a devil
Listen to my heartbeat,it's beatin' like a wild man
But that's natural,'cause you know that i am
No punk,no chump,no fool,no toy
Try to get ill and serve you,boy
I'm on a hype tip,this ain't no ego trip
Just rollin' thick as hell,champagne i sip as well
Listen and you'll envision,this rap's metabolism
I think the beat is dope,but it's still your decision
Whether to turn it on,turn it off
Turn it up,make it loud,make it soft
Eq me with new frequencies or
Just rewind me till the tape bleeds
My heartbeat's kickin' like a saturday movie
Some say it's def,some say it's groovy
I say it's fly,you know why?
Because it's spoken by the brother,whose name is spent with the "i"
The c-e-t.,cold chillin' rhyme villain on the m-i-c.
With raps roarin',i'm never borin',i keep tourin'
My record sales keep soarin' and soarin'
I'll make a million,maybe two
Buy some rides,gold blow the dough on my crew
Wake up the next morning broke as hell
But not for long 'cause my records sell
My heartbeat's kickin' like a gun shot
Why not?that's who i made it for,the hardrocks
Better watch your gold when the posse breaks
Because what they want is what they take
But i'm coolin',i'm never foolin',too busy rulin'
Sucker emcees who need microphone schoolin'
Leave'em dazed,dogged,served and droolin'
By the playin' punk slayin' mac of microphone duelin'


Heartbeat(scratch freestyle)

This conglomeration is just a demonstration
Of rap's penetration to the core of our nation
Some rappers get down with toy commercial sounds
I had my choice,i chose the underground
Like me or hate me,now if you want you can rate me
My beat is by islam,the cut's by the great e.
My heartbeat is kickin',it's kickin' louder and louder
It's gettin' deffer and deffer,i'm feelin' prouder and prouder
Not robbin' or killin',just mic illin'
The phone rings,"we made another million"
Break out the dom and pop the corks
Catch a flight to new york
Hit the l.q. watch red spin,"it's closed"
Brooklyn strikes again


Heartbeat(scratch)

Once again,my friends,it's time to rock it till the party ends
Rhymin' with timin',while evil e lets the record spin
Kickin' it,hittin',rockin',just so dope it's shockin'
Because i be layin' rhymes super sly,'cause this is do or die
Make it or break it,although most emcees do fake it
I'll say the ice can't take it,time to microphone bake it
Raise the heatin' level,break out your coal shovel
Pump the temp,i'm sweatin' like a devil
Listen to my heartbeat,it's beatin' like a wild man
But that's natural,'cause you know that i am
No punk,no chump,no fool,no toy
Try to get ill and serve you

Boy(fade out)

I'm livin' large as possible,posse unstoppable
Style topical,vividly optical
Listen,you'll see'em sometimes i'll be'em
Cops,critics and punks,necer ever wanta see me in power
Well,that's too bad,apocalypse now i'm back and i'm mad
We're comin',you're runnin' cold and cunning
Ice t on the mic,topgunning
After your neck,checkin' respect,makin' you sweat
Rhyme syndicate boy in effect
The rap motivator,teacher,talker,night rhyme stalker
Words thrillin',so real they're chillin',the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun,you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
But that was number one,this is the number two
The posse grew,we're gonna break through

Power

Somebody line up the suckers who refuse to recognize the truth
Tie up the punks who refuse to understand the youth
My posse's growin' and it's gettin' larger every day
Detroit,chi-town,pittsburgh,houston,l.a.
Come on,come on,come on,toys,let's play
Circle the calendar,perpetrator doomsday
Ice t fool man of my own full grown
I cause havoc when i speak upon the microphone
I'm outspoken,no jokin',get in my face your jaw will get broken
Layin' it,sayin' it,then you're playing it
Lyrics so heavy that you might try weighin' it
Hated by many but i hate'em back
Loved by troopers who know where it's at
You might like me,might think i'm wack
But don't step to me 'cause the boy stays strapped
I'm taking no shorts,hatin' the courts,hatin' the judges
Punk da's with their personal grudges
I hate the clubs that think with their butts
No hats,no jeans,no sneakers,no what?
No beepers,no gold? yo kiss my ass
We'll wait and see who gets the last laugh
We'll have the power

Power (x3)

Power it starts with p like pussy
She knows she's got it,she doesn't worry,does she?
Spendin' your cash,leavin' you in the trash
While your little head's thinkin',they're gone in a dash
They got it,know it,that's why they show it
The power of sex,if man could overthrow it
He'd be king in a day,no way.we get rich,hard,give it away
We're weak and as we speak,the girls are hawkin'
Sizin' me up straight out as i'm talkin'
But you gotta have control if you want the gold
I don't wanta be alone like stallone
So i keep my mind thinkin' 'bout the green
And stop dwellin' on the in-between
I got the power

Power

I'm on a mission mackin' hard as a hammer
Take my picture,i might take your camera
My posse might move,and they move fast
A fool's move could be a punk's last
Ain't no criminal although i used to be
Ain't no new jack rappin' ain't new to me
I been makin' records on wax since 1982
Now it's 1988 finally i'm coming through
That adds up to six years of makin' ok jams,but now i'm mad
Here comes the body slam
Turnin' out concerts,house'n the industry
Lovin' all the fly girls screamin' for ice t
Rollin' with the syndicate my unstoppable battalion
38 solid gold my medalion
Gainin' velocity,momentum and energy
Ice capital t
I got the power

Power

So you say that i'm a fake think,you really must be a fool
I been to jail more times than you have probably been in school
Shot at,shot back,hit,and seen my buddies killed
That's the foundation upon the raps of ice-t are built
I say what i think,the system does stink
Money you walk,you short,you're writin' from the klink
Come on,what's up,you know the laws are full of bull
Prey on the lame,release those with pull
Power!i know you wanta try it
Well check out money can buy it
Control and mold the world to do your wishin'
The knowledge of power is mine,so just listen
Money controls the world and that's it
And once you got it,then you can talk shit
Power

You have the power

Power

You have the power

I got the power(fade out)

People,it's time for the ice crush
So listen to my words i bring much
Sense,as i commence,my lirycs intense
Get telephoto,break out your big lens
Look,check out the sales charts
My record's kickin',i'm breakin' p.d.'s hearts
They banned me from their shows
Because they said i'm too hard
But no sell-out,i guess i'm just barred
I ain't changin' mine for no body
They bleeped words from doug's la-de-da-de
I can't get a bleep?what's the deal?
Maybe my words are just too real
It's not profanity,it's just the man and me
He doesn't want you to see what i see
Doesn't want you to be what you can be
Word,censorship of reality

Radio suckers never play me(x3)(sampler of pe "rebel without a pause")

Suckers don't,but some do
The real troopers bring the ice to you
And close friends to me,yea,public enemy
These stations have high intellect
They don't pretend to be,too bourgeois to rock a jam raw
Understand what i'm sayin',they're down by law
They play the jams that are right,sometimes not polite
They realize you gotta get some people uptight
Speak the word,your voice will definitely be heard
Lie to yourself,you're destined to be to the curb
Some stations don't care,they'll never put on the air
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,people have to escape
But even if i'm banned,i'll sell a million tapes

Radio suckers never play me (x3)

I made records for music,not for the money
To some of you that might sound funny
But i ain't broke,and i don't joke
And my lirics are known to make ears smoke
Clear as a gun scope,i speak the pure dope
Can the radio handle the truth?...nope
Uncut,no edits,no censors
You can get a plastic rapper from any ol'dispenser
A penny a yard,to make a record ain't hard
But to make it mean something,that's a job
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
And get them wack motherfuckers the hell out

Radio suckers never play me (x4)

Cruisin' down the street what do i see?
Crash task force,l.a.p.d.
Gangs illin',wildin' and killin'
Hustlers on a roll,like they got a million
Girls on the strap and you know that
You know the guys will stop wildin' if you stop that crap
But you can't,you want money so bad
You'll jock anything with the gucci tag
You gotta have it,so the men go get it
Robbin' and stealin',soon to regret it
Livin' in a jail cell,feelin' like a dumbbell
While you jump the next jock,well
That's reality,that's what i see
Nobody says that you have to agree
Censorship that ain't the way to be
I thought you said this country was free?

Radio suckers never play me (x2)

Tone it down,...is what they say to me
The fcc will not allow profanity
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
Pushin' the botton,e does the cuttin'
Everything i say amounts to something
More than a single rap,i'm too deep for that
I lay my lirics 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

Radio....(fade out)