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Intro 1
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People,
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it's time for the Ice crush
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So listen to my words I bring much
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my lyrics intense
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Your telephoto, break out your big lens
Look, check out the sales charts
My record's kickin',
They banned me from
their shows
'Cause they said I'm too hard
But no sell- out, I guess I'm just barred
They bleeped words
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I can't get a bleep? What's the deal?
Maybe my words are just
too real
it's just the man and me
see what I see
Doesn't want you to be
what you can be
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Word, censorship of reality
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Radio suckers nev
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er play me
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Verse 3
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These stations have high intellect
They don't pretend to be,
they're down by law
sometimes not polite
get some people uptight
your voice will definitely be heard
Lie to yourself,
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,
But even if I'm banned,
I'll sell a million tapes
Verse 4
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Radio suckers never play me
Radio suckers never play me
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Verse 5
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I make records for music,
not for the money
to make ears smoke
Clear as a gun scope,
You can get a plastic rapper
to make a record ain't hard
But to make it mean something,
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
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And get them wack motherfuckers the
hell out
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Verse 6
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Radio suckers never play me
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Radio
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suckers never play me
Radio suckers never play me
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Radio suckers never play me
Verse 7
But you can't,
so the men go get it
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feelin' like a dumbbell
While you jump the next jock, well
That's reality, that's what I see
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Censorship that ain't the way to be
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I thought you said this country was free?
Verse 8
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dio suckers never play me
Verse 9
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Tone it down, is what they say to me
The FCC will not allow profanity
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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
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Everything I say amounts to something
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More than a simple rap, I'm too deep for that
I lay my lyrics 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
How did you like the song?
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