Lyrics:
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
a shuriken or scalpel
All the same to me
Cause dress me up or down
It makes no difference, When I'm owning ya
Bandle City's got it's heroes
This one's for
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
Hallelujah
We sing Hallelujah
To the Lord of Lords
We sing Hallelujah
Come on, my soul
Oh, don't you get shy on me
Lift up your song
'Cause you've got a lion
of the sweet spot
By the scruff of your knee socks
You and me could've been a team
Each had a half of a king and queen seat
Like the beginnin' of Mean
to talk to Lamar.
Albert Goldman, kiss by butt.
E-P, Phone Home.
I said,...
E-P, Phone Home.
Give me a call, Elvis.
Now, I won't tell The Colonel
chere
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas
But being homophobic could kill your career
So I switched
at me
I got these corny wanna be diss song kings on the radio
Talkin' bout how they gon' spray and take me away
But I'm the true living, legend I'm not
so damn off
You're late on this track, call you Gandalf
Man, let's be real all your people are hungry
I got the fam in the back
You got a famine in
you think you got of ever stepping up to confront me
Today, today, today
The earth could never budge me, and the sea could never nudge me
The sky could
the art, a canvas, all the art on your skin
About the art, the magic that is cast on winds
You've got to have the heart to last in a craft of kings
All about
humiliated
Why, it's more than I can bear
More beer?
What for? Nothing helps, I'm disgraced
Who, you? Never
Gaston, you've got to pull yourself
around them
I got somethin' bumpin' all around
Them, got the thump in, never round 'em
Watch the people that's around
Them, something's on, that's down
to death
We need Him crucified
It's all you have to do
Talk to me, Jesus Christ
You have been brought here
Manacled, beaten by Your own people
Do You have
the laws of gravity
(I know I seen it happen to my partner Big Meech)
(We miss you shorty!) To win at chess
You've got to trap the king
Where'd
the sex into a rollercoaster ride
Followed by the goosebumps and rug burn
You got nowhere to hide
Nowhere to hide
You can't hide from me
Bubbles steam
indie records show up in a W-E-A box?
By saying your independent, you belittle the whole movement
Real emcee's work hard, ain't got investors to put out
you died you got up with all power
And you took the great sting out of death
And how you still win the battles for me
I'll sing this with my last breath
for me
His is the victory
Death don't you celebrate
Cause all you've got is an empty grave
And I'm risen with the risen King
Fear don't you come no more
Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
goes out to my money earnin Mount Vernon crew
J. Daddy, James Huff, Pete Rock, Nick Love
Trak Boogie, and my man Chris Hughley
(You've got a)
So you finally got what you wanted
You've achieved your aim by making me walk in line
And when you just can't get any higher
You use your senses
and the parcels
'cause all our homes and offices got
Stacks of mail last June, ow! Ha! Ha!
When it was my birthday anyway
We're all dead pleased by the way
You've
Show em all my kings on that King Shit Only
It was all a dream till I seen shit closely
Tryna pull the strings till it means y'all owe me
I want
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