: Ice-T ] Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a
hummin' like a vibrator, gotta make crime pay I'm packin' two gats and I wish I could carry more Might sound crazy, but I ran out of slugs before Yeah
What she said She said to me Take me high on a mountain side She was dressed up in leopard skin And her soul would never be denied I met her down the
just a moment in time Seven solemn flying silvered regal horses rode by Seven golden chariots in tow, a wonder to behold The Seven Lords of the Mountains
around the track When you reap the flank of a thoroughbred racing chaser Get the feel as the rhythm flows Would you like to go and shoot the mountain
just a moment in time Seven solemri flying silvered regal horses rode b Seven golden charlots in tow, a wonder to beh2 The Seven Lords of the Mountains
the sound And in and out the valley The music dance and sing, they make the children really ring I spend the day your way Call it morning, driving through the sound
allowed Suspected of belief that comes suspended In a sound and everybody wants some It's the sound they make in heaven, it's a sound for here on earth
you echo, echo Yodelay, yodelay, oh, ooo-hoo Wanna hear you echo, echo Even though were in this room, just you and me I got you sounding like your screaming from a mountain
someone fishing aimlessly a thought's an idea a sound is an ear and gods with none believing being chased by the lamb a knife in its hand looked down from that mountain
ever really cared I went to the mountain face all covered in tears I wept but the mountain didn't seem to hear
only one who thinks it's an impossible task? Why it don't last? Is that too much to ask? Why do we love love When love seems to hate us? Sorry if I sound
Blue light rain Whoa, unbroken chain Looking for familiar faces In an empty window pane Listening for the secret Searching for the sound But I could
Once I walked through the halls of a station Someone called your name In the streets I heard children laughing They all sound the same Wonder could you
My country tis of thee Sweet land of liberty Of thee I sing Land where my fathers died Land of the pilgrim's pride From every mountain side Let freedom
cause I only come on to you When I step to the room with a powerful motion Leopard skin let the records spin 'Round and round with the speed of sound
'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians Nobody's shootin', my body's made of hand grenade Girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a razor blade That sounds
right If it's real what I'm feeling and there's no make believing The sound of the wings of the flight Of a dove, take it away Don't look da-da-da-down the mountain