This album is dedicated to Rhyme Syndicate

They hear my records before they're made

When they're just on paper, when they're demos laid

At 6 AM when the cops run their raid

And we don't worry about suckas 'cause they will get sprayed

Peace

Yo, man, that Ice-T is a bad motherfucker, man

That's the dope album, man, Rhyme Pays, man

Play that record again, man, that's the stupid stuff, man

Turn the tape over

(Yo, homeboy, I got the new Ice-T tape)

Naw man, you ain't got it, man

(Yo, I got the Power tape)

How you got that tape, man? It ain't even out yet

(Look at the girl on the cover, homeboy)

Hey man, gimme, what this—, yo man, gimme that tape

Man, what's up—

Aw man, I didn't

Aw man, I shot homeboy, I didn't mean to do that

Word yo, he's bleeding and shit

Aw man, that's fucked up

I better call the paramedics, man

Damn, yeah, I better call the pa—

Well, yeah, well

Let me see what this tape sounds like first