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Tytuł: This One's For Me

  • Wykonawca: Ice-t
  • Wy¶wietleń: 526
Yo yo whassup Ice man you look upset brother
  Yo man, I got a lot of things on my mind man
  But I don't know if I should put it on this record, yaknahmsayin?
  Man go ahead and kick it man
  Let the people know what's happenin man
  You know brothers out there sellin out man
  Why they goin out like that man?
  Yo, sellin out like it ain't nothin man
  I ain't with it
  
  [Ice-T]
  Dig it, I'm just a brother from L.A.
  South Central, I live life the fly way
  Used to bang and hustle but I traded for the big game
  Infamy got dumped for fame
  Now I'm known and respect as creator of the crime rhyme;
  but my lyrics are deeper
  Because I'm the one that makes you think before make a move
  I wrote "Pusher", "High Rollers", and "Colors" just to prove
  that I could kick game, and drop knowledge at the same time
  But one L.A. station wouldn't play my records one time
  I'm tryin to save my community
  but these bourgeoise blacks keep on doggin me
  They don't care about violence, drugs and gangs
  KJLH, you ain't about nuttin
  You just a bunch of punk bourgeoise black suckers
  and this one's for me
  
  You won't play no Public Enemy
  You ain't playin no Boogie Down Productions
  You ain't tryin to represent the black community
  You just carin about your little ol' R&B +BULL+
  you play all day and night
  I represent Los Angeles all over the United States
  and you ain't did NUTTIN for me
  Think about it
  
  Hold up, I ain't finished on the diss tip
  There's a few more punks that I got to rip
  All you chump MC's who sell out quick
  When P.E. was on the top, you rode the tip
  But now they got problems and you suckers run
  Who's Chuck's real friends, does he really have one?
  You yell P.E. this, P.E. that
  Fist in the air, proud to be black
  Now they got static and you run like punks
  I haven't heard an MC stand up for him once
  Maybe you suckers are just hopin that they fall off
  so you can fill their shoes, nope sorry boss
  That's what the matter with black people anyway
  We ain't down with nothin, I don't care what you say
  yell or lie, don't even bother
  How low will a brother go for a dollar?
  Public Enemy broke a new rap age
  And now you rappers ain't got nuttin to say?
  "Yo it's their problem"
  "Griff shouldn'ta said it"
  E where's my pistol? (Yo I'll go get it)
  Cause it's time for me to enforce some discipline
  Are you down or not, are you out or in?
  Chuck Flav and Griff are my true friends
  I got their backs if it means my career ends
  
  All you so-called down MC's with Public Enemy
  I ain't heard nobody out there, tryin to help my man out
  YouknowhatI'msayin? Griff is my man, I don't care WHAT he said
  YouknowhatI'msayin? And I ain't gon' let them go out like that
  YouknowhatI'msayin? Chuck, Ice got your back
  Anybody out there got problems with Public Enemy, come talk to me
  
  Once again, I'm back in the diss mode
  I gotta speak my mind, it's time to unload
  on this so-called government we've got
  If I lied like them, I think I'd get shot
  They sell drugs to kids and say it's us
  And when the cops are crooks, who can you trust?
  You only see young brothers in a drug bust
  Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
  My homey got a year for an ounce of weed
  while Bush sells weapons to the enemy
  You gotta be stone blind not to see
  "Our government is honest!" Nigga, please
  Cocaine can't be made in the United States
  Kickin facts like this our government hates
  The young kids on the streets ain't the enemy
  They're just ghetto youth after money
  They sell drugs, but who sells drugs to them?
  Try the C.I.A. my friend
  or the F.B.I. or even Bush
  Somebody's gettin rich, damn sure ain't us
  We're just killin ourselves while others laugh
  Look at the street, it's a cocaine bloodbath
  We gotta realize dope is pure death
  Mess with drugs, you're breathin your last breath
  Sellin drugs is straight up genocide
  They're gonna laugh, while we all die
  
  Sittin up there thinkin you're makin that money
  Hustlin and all that, you're killin your brothers
  YouknowhatI'msayin? You just stupid, straight up stupid
  Puttin dope into your body - c'mon, youknowhatI'msayin?
  You gotta get somethin goin out there
  Get some brains, youknowhatI'msayin?
  We are just playin ourselves cold out of the pocket
  
  This one's for me, I make records for you
  but this cut I straight out had to do
  There's topics in my mind I have to break
  cause so many of you out there are so damn fake
  If ya ain't know they're no-one, cutthroats
  backstabbers, scheamin for banknotes
  And all of you out there know what I'm talkin bout
  If you claim you're down then NEVER sell-out
  Never sell out, youknowhatI'msayin?
  You gotta stay down for yours
  You know I want it, sure as I'm Ice-T
  I make records for you, but this one's for me
  
  You know what I'm talkin bout out there
  There's ways to sell out left and right
  But you ain't got to do that
  There's things more important than money
  I'm talkin bout pride, I'm talkin bout dignity
  You got it out there
  All you got to do is stand on your own two feet
  Don't go out like no sucker
  Stay down, youknowhatI'msayin?
  Peace