Body Count (2014 Remaster) (Explicit) (2014 Remaster|Explicit)

Body Count (2014 Remaster|Explicit) - ICE-T

Ice-T after your tremendous success on your past albums

Some have said you've sold out because of use of

Rock n' Roll in your music how do you reply to that

You see a lot of people don't realize that you know

Rock n' Roll is truly black music it was created by

Chuck Berry Little Richard an' black people like that

Who started it off back in the day you know and as far as

I'm concerned music is music I don't look at it is Rock

R n' B or that kind of stuff I just look at it as music you know

And anybody who said that I sold out they can basically suck my

Dick 'cause I really don't give a f**k about that sh*t you know

But I do what I like and I happen to like Rock n' Roll an' I feel

Sorry for anybody who only listens one form of music now right now

I got my own rock band it's got to jump off it's real black hardcore

Band called Bodycount and a on some of the records

I'm like layin' Some vocals on it and a I got a tape of it right here yo check it out

You know sometimes I sit at home you know

An' I watch T V and I wonder what it would be like

To live some place like you know

Piccass B Show Ozzy and Harriet

You know what cops coming got your

Cat out of the tree

All your friends died of old age but you see

I live in South Central Los Angeles

And unfortunately

Sh*t ain't like that

It's real f**ked up

God damn what a brother gotta do

To get a message through

To the red white and blue

What I gotta die

Before you realize

I was a brother with open eyes

The world's insane

While you drink champagne

And I'm livin' in black rain

You try to ban the A K

I got ten of 'em stashed

With a case of hand grenades

Tell us what to do

F**k you

Tell us what to do

F**k you

Tell us what to do

F**k you

Tell us what to do

F**k you

You know what to do

If a kid got killed on the way to school

Or a cop shot your kid in the back yard

Sh*t would hit the fan motherf**kin'

It would hit real hard

I hear it every night another gun fight

The tension mounts on with the body count

Yo Big Master Phee

Take these motherf**kers to South Central

Yea f**k that

I hear it every night another gun fight

The tension mounts on with the body count

Last weekend

Thirty-seven kids killed in a gang warfare

In my backyard

Yo Aunty Sei take these motherf**kers home

Yea

Yea we in a house body count

Four nineteen ninety one motherf**ker

I hear it every night another gun fight

The tension mounts on with the body count

God damn what a brother gotta do

To get a message through

To the red white and you

What I gotta die

Before you realize

I was a ni**a with open eyes

The world's insane

While you drink champagne

And I'm livin' in black rain

Don't you hear the guns

You stupid dumb dick suckin'

Bum politicians

Tell us what to do

F**k you

Tell us what to do

F**k you

The tension mounts