Body Count

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 Rn'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 fuck about that shit, 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 TV 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 Shit ain't like that It's real fucked 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 AK I got ten of 'em stashed With a case of hand grenades Tell us what to do Fuck you Tell us what to do Fuck you Tell us what to do Fuck you Tell us what to do Fuck 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 Shit would hit the fan motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckers to South Central Ha-ha Yea Fuck 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 No, no, no Yo Aunty Sei, take these motherfuckers home Yea Yea we in a house body count Four 1991 motherfucker 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 nigga 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 Fuck you Tell us what to do Fuck you The tension mounts