Body Count

Ice-T, after your tremendous success on your past albums

Some have said you've sold out because of use of rock and roll in your music

How do you reply to that?

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

Rock and roll is truly black music

It was created by Chuck Berry, Little Richard, and 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 fuck about that shit, you know

But I do what I like, and I happen to like rock and roll

And I feel sorry for anybody who only listens to 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 Body Count

And on some of the records I'm like layin' some vocals on it

And I got a tape of it right here, yo, check it out

You know, sometimes, I sit at home, you know, and I watch TV

And I wonder what it would be like to live someplace, like, you know

The Cosby show, Ozzie and Harriet

You know, where cops come and 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

Goddamn, 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 living in black rain

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 you'd do if your kid got killed on the way to school

Or a cop shot your kid in the backyard

Shit would hit the fan, motherfucker, and it would hit real hard

I hear it every night

Another gunfight

The tension mounts

On with the body count

Yo, Beatmaster V

Take these motherfuckers to South Central

Ha-ha

Yeah

Fuck that

I hear it every night

Another gunfight

The tension mounts

On with the body count

Last weekend, 37 kids killed in gang warfare

In my backyard

No!

No!

No!

Yo, Ernie C., take these motherfuckers home

Yeah!

Yeah, we're in the house, Body Count, fools

1991, motherfucker

I hear it every night

Another gunfight

The tension mounts

On with the body count

Goddamn, 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 **** with open eyes?

The world's insane, while you drink champagne, and I'm living in black rain

Don't you hear the guns, you stupid, dumb, dick-sucking, bum politicians?

(Tell us what to do) fuck you

(Tell us what to do) fuck you

The tension mounts