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Body Count (O.G. Version w/ intro)

[interviewer]
Ice-T, after your tremendous success on your past album,
some have said, you have sold out because of the use of
rock'n'roll in your music. How do you reply to that?

[Ice-T]
You see, a lotta people don't realize that, you know
Rock'N'Roll is truly black music
It was created by Chuck Berry, Little Richard
Even 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 as Rock or R&B all that kind of stuff
I just look at it as music, you know
And anybody who said that I've 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, I happen to like Rock'N'Roll
And, I feel sorry for anybody who only listens to one form of music
You know, right now, I got my own Rock band, it's got to jump off
It's really black hardcore band called Body Count
And, on some of the records I'm like laying 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 T.V. 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 outta 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 this! It's real fucked up! 

Goddamn what a brotha gotta do
To get a message through
To the red, white and blue?
What I gotta die
Before you realize
I was a brotha 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! (repeat)

You know what you'd do
If a 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.

Haha
Yeah
Fuck that

I hear it every night,
Another gunfight,
The tension mounts,
On with the Body Count.

Last weekend thirty-seven kids killed in gang warfare, in my backyard.

No! (repeat)

Yo, Ernie C., take these motherfuckers home.

Yeah.

Yeah, we in the house, Body Count fools, 1991 motherfuckers.

I hear it every night,
Another gunfight,
The tension mounts,
On with the Body Count.

Goddamn what a brotha 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! (repeat)
The tension mounts...