Body Count - 2014 Remaster

{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 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 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}
 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 A.K.
 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
 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 nineteen ninety one 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