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What Ya Wanna Do?

Ice-T

The Iceberg/Freedom of Speech...Just Watch What You Say

1989

Randy Mac is clockin a stupid grip
On the party track I'm cold lampin
But when the Syndicate rolls I be jackin
You thought I fell off, I ain't even

Girl lead me through the night sky
Got me feeling off track
Tryna catch your love, I ain't tryna racks tho
Back on beat, I'm feeling off track
I

Brendan Gilman

Track 2. One More Night
I told you goodnight 

But you said goodbye 

The moment that you said that 

Is the moment that I died

Waiting

Cos I spit to the beats so ravenous
Stabbing this light switched off savages
Managers get ate on my plate by my eight mates ravagers
They hate bank

take you through a tunnel of thought
Wit no support now you got caught off guard
By the number one scar from the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically fulfillin' this

Track runner, I run it up
Accountant, I count it up
Track runner, I run it up
Accountant, I count it up
Cha Ching
Track runner, I run it up

a track

Here's something for an attack
I'd clash you with the clan

I'm the man, Here's the plan
Was never given anything by hand

No Silver Platter man

3 hits, I hit you, you hit the floor
this track is the third hit thats for sure
beat thick, remenising of a bottecelli,
I'm like a cheetah hunting out

heights 
Raging on the beat stabbing themes with my two sai 
Unpredictable ain't think I'd kill it in this game 
Doing the unthinkable try and lead a new

big, and grind hard, to GET RICHER
The future is english
The future is pleasing
So I live by the moment
To prepare for the feeling
Tip toe 
Round limbo

Pioneers

EPMD

Out of Business [Limited Edition]

1999

you'll lose!

Here comes two big pioneers, rolex watches
Cars by the pairs, in stock we got shares
EPMD "that's right!"
Legendary, hardcore b-boy is

How U Ridin'

Webbie

Savage Life

2005

Trill Fam., Young Savage you can catch me
Fresh kicks, fresh bows, and a fresh tee
We two crucial ass hoes yea that's me
Look at him his eyes closed

competition into casualties

First track gotta show all the people that I can rap
Combat anybody who talking behind my back
Face facts I'm the future and pretty

splashing
Said Lyriclee Mr. let me surf a beat
And she saying that she wanna future wit me
Now she jumping wit me like 123
DMG CBC you know what it be

I'm

acting stupid
Now you woke
They got me going and going
I won't ever stop
I must obliterate the beat
Murder the beat and shoutout the ones
Who be feeding me

don’t have to pay for shit I’m a rap star

Hook
Bob your head to the beat till your neck breaks
My lines are fortified like Kevlar chest platess
Cutting

Like a Swizz beat
This me, big G
Piff weed, I been pushing
Check da stats on my tracks, far as rap
I been Brooklyn
Lil b outta da pack
Yea this crack I

On a drive-by rocket ride


Caught in a storm and I'm running away
I never should have landed
Here in Flush Factory

I'm swinging through the rooftop
Without any

proven yourself worthy
For a bonus hidden track

Going through the tides
I'm taking the rides
I'm not here to be by brides
I am here to teach you a law

It's W!LL on the beat
Moly God
Goated for the
Goated, Goated, Goated for the track
This that hot shit, play it on track
This that dope shit, kill em'

Streets wider than two river streams side by side
Vital factories' outflows lead straight into the sea
Bridge piers as thick as three

a kid
Might be an asshole might be a snitch
Two, we think of a song that would hit
Download the beat, we coppin' that shit
Three, brainstorm what we gon'

Street melt into one

He'd stay right on track
Being passed from scent to scent like the baton in a relay race
Spurred on by the aromatic blending

saplings when them two through
The two figured a quiet dampening would end this soon
But it cre-ated a factory of new rap groove
Shit, I guess I'm a product