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 nigga 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