Ice-T - Power

Tekst :

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

Inne utwory

  • Fuck it
  • Pimp anthem
  • High rollers
  • Depths of hell
  • Where the shit goes down
  • Get your moneyman
  • Home invasion
  • Return of the real
  • Warning
  • Valuable game
  • Rap games hijacked
  • Ed
  • Gotta lotta love
  • Mic contract
  • The lane
  • Losowe utwory

    Estranged

    Diving in the lake of thousand faces
    Every sign seems a delusion
    And fills me with doubt
    I shouldn t look for certainty
    Among these disorderly impressions
    But still I do...

    Being estranged
    Slowly I loose the grip on the reality

    Zamykam oczy widzę przestrzeń

    Możemy z siebie już się tylko śmiać
    Los nie rozpieszcza nas od lat
    Wczorajszej biedzie nową suknię dał
    Nadzieja przy nadziei trwa
    Naiwność taka, że aż miary brak
    Nagrodą była za nasz sen
    Do nieba schody i zwycięstwa znak
    A teraz z ran liżemy się
    Agresją w okna dyszy z przeciwka blok
    W podwórkach dalej rośnie strach
    Więzieniem marzeń wciąż...

    Styl warszawskich ulic

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    Reprezentuję styl warszawskich ulic
    Chcesz jeszcze każdy za coś buli
    Podwórka pełne żuli i narkomanów
    Brudne dzieciaki kontra dzieci bananów
    To nie z ekranu kolejny odcinek klanu
    To rzeczywistość i ja po nastukaniu
    Bit leci...

    Bubble bath

    Bun (aye)
    Bun (aye)
    Bun (aye)
    Bun (aye)

    [CHORUS:]
    Hey girl I picture you in a bubble bath Oh
    I picture your body soaking wet Oh
    So baby just take your clothes off Oh
    (aye aye aye) I want you next to me so
    I can rub you down I wanna set it off.

    [Verse 1:]
    I gotta real fly crib...

    Lose your self

    Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
    to seize everything you ever wanted

    One moment
    would you capture it or just let it slip?

    His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
    There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom s spaghetti...