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Yo kiss my ass\nWe'll wait and see who gets the last laugh\nWe'll have the power\n\nPower Power it starts with P like pussy\nShe knows she's got it, she doesn't worry, does she?\nSpendin' your cash, leavin' you in the trash\nWhile your little head's thinkin', they're gone in a dash\nThey got it, know it, that's why they show it\nThe power of sex, if man could overthrow it\nHe'd be king in a day, no way.We get rich, hard, give it away\nWe're weak and as we speak, the girls are hawkin'\nSizin' me up straight out as I'm talkin'\nBut you gotta have control if you want the gold\nI don't wanta be alone like Stallone\nSo I keep my mind thinkin' 'bout the green\nAnd stop dwellin' on the in-between\nI got the power\n\nPower\n\nI'm on a mission mackin' hard as a hammer\nTake my picture, I might take your camera\nMy posse might move, and they move fast\nA fool's move could be a punk's last\nAin't no criminal although I used to be\nAin't no new jack rappin' ain't new to me\nI been makin' records on wax since 1982\nNow it's 1988 finally I'm coming through\nThat adds up to six years of makin' ok jams, but now I'm mad\nHere comes the body slam\nTurnin' out concerts, house'n the industry\nLovin' all the fly girls screamin' for ICE T\nRollin' with the Syndicate my unstoppable battalion\n38 Solid gold my medalion\nGainin' velocity, momentum and energy\nICE Capital T\nI got the power\n\nPower\n\nSo you say that I'm a fake think, you really must be a fool\nI been to jail more times than you have probably been in school\nShot at, shot back, hit, and seen my buddies killed\nThat's the foundation upon the raps of ICE-T are built\nI say what I think, the system does stink\nMoney you walk, you short, you're writin' from the klink\nCome on, what's up, you know the laws are full of bull\nPrey on the lame, release those with pull\nPower! I know you wanta try it\nWell check out money can buy it\nControl and mold the world to do your wishin'\nThe knowledge of power is mine, so just listen\nMoney controls the world and that's it\nAnd once you got it, then you can talk shit\nPower\n\nYou have the power\n\nPower\n\nYou have the power\n\nI got the power","syncedLyrics":"[00:25.36] I'm livin' large as possible, posse unstoppable\n[00:28.17] Style topical, vividly optical\n[00:29.95] Listen, you'll see'em sometimes I'll be'em\n[00:32.06] Cops, critics and punks, necer ever wanta see me in POWER\n[00:34.10] Well, that's too bad, Apocalypse Now I'm back and I'm mad\n[00:38.37] We're comin', you're runnin' cold and cunning\n[00:40.63] Ice T on the mic, TopGunning\n[00:42.70] After your neck, checkin' respect, makin' you sweat\n[00:45.07] Rhyme Syndicate boy in effect\n[00:47.15] The rap motivator, teacher, talker, night rhyme stalker\n[00:49.22] Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author\n[00:51.30] Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none\n[00:53.35] RHYME PAYS was the name of the album\n[00:55.41] But that was number one, this is the number two\n[00:57.97] The posse grew, we're gonna break through\n[01:04.41] Power\n[01:07.57] Somebody line up the suckers who refuse to recognize the truth\n[01:10.39] Tie up the punks who refuse to understand the youth\n[01:12.69] My posse's growin' and it's gettin' larger every day\n[01:14.97] Detroit, Chi-Town, Pittsburgh, Houston, L.A.\n[01:17.00] Come on, come on, come on, toys, let's play\n[01:18.83] Circle the calendar, perpetrator doomsday\n[01:21.11] ICE T fool man of my own full grown\n[01:23.21] I cause havoc when I speak upon the microphone\n[01:25.38] I'm outspoken, no jokin', get in my face your jaw will get broken\n[01:29.10] Layin' it, sayin' it, then you're playing it\n[01:31.65] Lyrics so heavy that you might try weighin' it\n[01:33.75] Hated by many but I hate'em back\n[01:36.25] Loved by troopers who know where it's at\n[01:37.95] You might like me, might think I'm wack\n[01:39.58] But don't step to me 'cause the boy stays strapped\n[01:42.32] I'm taking no shorts, hatin' the courts, hatin' the judges\n[01:44.82] Punk DA's with their personal grudges\n[01:46.83] I hate the clubs that think with their butts\n[01:48.78] No hats, no jeans, no sneakers, no what?\n[01:50.63] No beepers, no gold? 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Yo kiss my ass\nWe'll wait and see who gets the last laugh\nWe'll have the power\n\nPower Power it starts with P like pussy\nShe knows she's got it, she doesn't worry, does she?\nSpendin' your cash, leavin' you in the trash\nWhile your little head's thinkin', they're gone in a dash\nThey got it, know it, that's why they show it\nThe power of sex, if man could overthrow it\nHe'd be king in a day, no way.We get rich, hard, give it away\nWe're weak and as we speak, the girls are hawkin'\nSizin' me up straight out as I'm talkin'\nBut you gotta have control if you want the gold\nI don't wanta be alone like Stallone\nSo I keep my mind thinkin' 'bout the green\nAnd stop dwellin' on the in-between\nI got the power\n\nPower\n\nI'm on a mission mackin' hard as a hammer\nTake my picture, I might take your camera\nMy posse might move, and they move fast\nA fool's move could be a punk's last\nAin't no criminal although I used to be\nAin't no new jack rappin' ain't new to me\nI been makin' records on wax since 1982\nNow it's 1988 finally I'm coming through\nThat adds up to six years of makin' ok jams, but now I'm mad\nHere comes the body slam\nTurnin' out concerts, house'n the industry\nLovin' all the fly girls screamin' for ICE T\nRollin' with the Syndicate my unstoppable battalion\n38 Solid gold my medalion\nGainin' velocity, momentum and energy\nICE Capital T\nI got the power\n\nPower\n\nSo you say that I'm a fake think, you really must be a fool\nI been to jail more times than you have probably been in school\nShot at, shot back, hit, and seen my buddies killed\nThat's the foundation upon the raps of ICE-T are built\nI say what I think, the system does stink\nMoney you walk, you short, you're writin' from the klink\nCome on, what's up, you know the laws are full of bull\nPrey on the lame, release those with pull\nPower! 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Yo kiss my ass\n  We'll wait and see who gets the last laugh\n  We'll have the power\n\n  Power Power it starts with P like pussy\n  She knows she's got it, she doesn't worry, does she?\n  Spendin' your cash, leavin' you in the trash\n  While your little head's thinkin', they're gone in a dash\n  They got it, know it, that's why they show it\n  The power of sex, if man could overthrow it\n  He'd be king in a day, no way.We get rich, hard, give it away\n  We're weak and as we speak, the girls are hawkin'\n  Sizin' me up straight out as I'm talkin'\n  But you gotta have control if you want the gold\n  I don't wanta be alone like Stallone\n  So I keep my mind thinkin' 'bout the green\n  And stop dwellin' on the in-between\n  I got the power\n\n  Power\n\n  I'm on a mission mackin' hard as a hammer\n  Take my picture, I might take your camera\n  My posse might move, and they move fast\n  A fool's move could be a punk's last\n  Ain't no criminal although I used to be\n  Ain't no new jack rappin' ain't new to me\n  I been makin' records on wax since 1982\n  Now it's 1988 finally I'm coming through\n  That adds up to six years of makin' ok jams, but now I'm mad\n  Here comes the body slam\n  Turnin' out concerts, house'n the industry\n  Lovin' all the fly girls screamin' for ICE T\n  Rollin' with the Syndicate my unstoppable battalion\n  38 Solid gold my medalion\n  Gainin' velocity, momentum and energy\n  ICE Capital T\n  I got the power\n\n  Power\n\n  So you say that I'm a fake think, you really must be a fool\n  I been to jail more times than you have probably been in school\n  Shot at, shot back, hit, and seen my buddies killed\n  That's the foundation upon the raps of ICE-T are built\n  I say what I think, the system does stink\n  Money you walk, you short, you're writin' from the klink\n  Come on, what's up, you know the laws are full of bull\n  Prey on the lame, release those with pull\n  Power! 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Yo kiss my ass\nWe'll wait and see who gets the last laugh\nWe'll have the power\n\nPower Power it starts with P like pussy\nShe knows she's got it, she doesn't worry, does she?\nSpendin' your cash, leavin' you in the trash\nWhile your little head's thinkin', they're gone in a dash\nThey got it, know it, that's why they show it\nThe power of sex, if man could overthrow it\nHe'd be king in a day, no way.We get rich, hard, give it away\nWe're weak and as we speak, the girls are hawkin'\nSizin' me up straight out as I'm talkin'\nBut you gotta have control if you want the gold\nI don't wanta be alone like Stallone\nSo I keep my mind thinkin' 'bout the green\nAnd stop dwellin' on the in-between\nI got the power\n\nPower\n\nI'm on a mission mackin' hard as a hammer\nTake my picture, I might take your camera\nMy posse might move, and they move fast\nA fool's move could be a punk's last\nAin't no criminal although I used to be\nAin't no new jack rappin' ain't new to me\nI been makin' records on wax since 1982\nNow it's 1988 finally I'm coming through\nThat adds up to six years of makin' ok jams, but now I'm mad\nHere comes the body slam\nTurnin' out concerts, house'n the industry\nLovin' all the fly girls screamin' for ICE T\nRollin' with the Syndicate my unstoppable battalion\n38 Solid gold my medalion\nGainin' velocity, momentum and energy\nICE Capital T\nI got the power\n\nPower\n\nSo you say that I'm a fake think, you really must be a fool\nI been to jail more times than you have probably been in school\nShot at, shot back, hit, and seen my buddies killed\nThat's the foundation upon the raps of ICE-T are built\nI say what I think, the system does stink\nMoney you walk, you short, you're writin' from the klink\nCome on, what's up, you know the laws are full of bull\nPrey on the lame, release those with pull\nPower! I know you wanta try it\nWell check out money can buy it\nControl and mold the world to do your wishin'\nThe knowledge of power is mine, so just listen\nMoney controls the world and that's it\nAnd once you got it, then you can talk shit\nPower\n\nYou have the power\n\nPower\n\nYou have the power\n\nI got the power(fade out)","syncedLyrics":"[00:24.66] I'm livin' large as possible, posse unstoppable\n[00:27.36] Style topical, vividly optical\n[00:29.19] Listen, you'll see'em sometimes I'll be'em\n[00:31.92] Cops, critics and punks, necer ever wanta see me in POWER\n[00:34.68] Well, that's too bad, Apocalypse Now I'm back and I'm mad\n[00:38.28] We're comin', you're runnin' cold and cunning\n[00:40.06] Ice-T on the mic, TopGunning\n[00:42.73] After your neck, checkin' respect, makin' you sweat\n[00:44.53] Rhyme Syndicate boy in effect\n[00:46.44] The rap motivator, teacher, talker, night rhyme stalker\n[00:48.27] Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author\n[00:50.95] Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none\n[00:53.69] RHYME PAYS was the name of the album\n[00:55.48] But that was number one, this is the number two\n[00:57.23] The posse grew, we're gonna break through\n[01:03.46] Power\n[01:07.10] Somebody line up the suckers who refuse to recognize the truth\n[01:10.78] Tie up the punks who refuse to understand the youth\n[01:12.58] My posse's growin' and it's gettin' larger every day\n[01:14.31] Detroit, Chi-Town, Pittsburgh, Houston, L.A.\n[01:16.17] Come on, come on, come on, toys, let's play\n[01:18.70] Circle the calendar, perpetrator doomsday\n[01:20.55] ICE T fool man of my own full grown\n[01:23.24] I cause havoc when I speak upon the microphone\n[01:25.05] I'm outspoken, no jokin', get in my face your jaw will get broken\n[01:28.77] Layin' it, sayin' it, then you're playing it\n[01:31.47] Lyrics so heavy that you might try weighin' it\n[01:33.24] Hated by many but I hate'em back\n[01:35.07] Loved by troopers who know where it's at\n[01:37.77] You might like me, might think I'm wack\n[01:39.58] But don't step to me 'cause the boy stays strapped\n[01:42.33] I'm taking no shorts, hatin' the courts, hatin' the judges\n[01:44.23] Punk DA's with their personal grudges\n[01:46.08] I hate the clubs that think with their butts\n[01:47.86] No hats, no jeans, no sneakers, no what?\n[01:50.52] No beepers, no gold? 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Yo kiss my ass\nWe'll wait and see who gets the last laugh\nWe'll have the power\n\nPower Power it starts with P like pussy\nShe knows she's got it, she doesn't worry, does she?\nSpendin' your cash, leavin' you in the trash\nWhile your little head's thinkin', they're gone in a dash\nThey got it, know it, that's why they show it\nThe power of sex, if man could overthrow it\nHe'd be king in a day, no way.We get rich, hard, give it away\nWe're weak and as we speak, the girls are hawkin'\nSizin' me up straight out as I'm talkin'\nBut you gotta have control if you want the gold\nI don't wanta be alone like Stallone\nSo I keep my mind thinkin' 'bout the green\nAnd stop dwellin' on the in-between\nI got the power\n\nPower\n\nI'm on a mission mackin' hard as a hammer\nTake my picture, I might take your camera\nMy posse might move, and they move fast\nA fool's move could be a punk's last\nAin't no criminal although I used to be\nAin't no new jack rappin' ain't new to me\nI been makin' records on wax since 1982\nNow it's 1988 finally I'm coming through\nThat adds up to six years of makin' ok jams, but now I'm mad\nHere comes the body slam\nTurnin' out concerts, house'n the industry\nLovin' all the fly girls screamin' for ICE T\nRollin' with the Syndicate my unstoppable battalion\n38 Solid gold my medalion\nGainin' velocity, momentum and energy\nICE Capital T\nI got the power\n\nPower\n\nSo you say that I'm a fake think, you really must be a fool\nI been to jail more times than you have probably been in school\nShot at, shot back, hit, and seen my buddies killed\nThat's the foundation upon the raps of ICE-T are built\nI say what I think, the system does stink\nMoney you walk, you short, you're writin' from the klink\nCome on, what's up, you know the laws are full of bull\nPrey on the lame, release those with pull\nPower! 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Yo kiss my ass\nWe'll wait and see who gets the last laugh\nWe'll have the power\n\nPower Power it starts with P like pussy\nShe knows she's got it, she doesn't worry, does she?\nSpendin' your cash, leavin' you in the trash\nWhile your little head's thinkin', they're gone in a dash\nThey got it, know it, that's why they show it\nThe power of sex, if man could overthrow it\nHe'd be king in a day, no way.We get rich, hard, give it away\nWe're weak and as we speak, the girls are hawkin'\nSizin' me up straight out as I'm talkin'\nBut you gotta have control if you want the gold\nI don't wanta be alone like Stallone\nSo I keep my mind thinkin' 'bout the green\nAnd stop dwellin' on the in-between\nI got the power\n\nPower\n\nI'm on a mission mackin' hard as a hammer\nTake my picture, I might take your camera\nMy posse might move, and they move fast\nA fool's move could be a punk's last\nAin't no criminal although I used to be\nAin't no new jack rappin' ain't new to me\nI been makin' records on wax since 1982\nNow it's 1988 finally I'm coming through\nThat adds up to six years of makin' ok jams, but now I'm mad\nHere comes the body slam\nTurnin' out concerts, house'n the industry\nLovin' all the fly girls screamin' for ICE T\nRollin' with the Syndicate my unstoppable battalion\n38 Solid gold my medalion\nGainin' velocity, momentum and energy\nICE Capital T\nI got the power\n\nPower\n\nSo you say that I'm a fake think, you really must be a fool\nI been to jail more times than you have probably been in school\nShot at, shot back, hit, and seen my buddies killed\nThat's the foundation upon the raps of ICE-T are built\nI say what I think, the system does stink\nMoney you walk, you short, you're writin' from the klink\nCome on, what's up, you know the laws are full of bull\nPrey on the lame, release those with pull\nPower! 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Yo kiss my ass\n  We'll wait and see who gets the last laugh\n  We'll have the power\n\n  Power Power it starts with P like pussy\n  She knows she's got it, she doesn't worry, does she?\n  Spendin' your cash, leavin' you in the trash\n  While your little head's thinkin', they're gone in a dash\n  They got it, know it, that's why they show it\n  The power of sex, if man could overthrow it\n  He'd be king in a day, no way.We get rich, hard, give it away\n  We're weak and as we speak, the girls are hawkin'\n  Sizin' me up straight out as I'm talkin'\n  But you gotta have control if you want the gold\n  I don't wanta be alone like Stallone\n  So I keep my mind thinkin' 'bout the green\n  And stop dwellin' on the in-between\n  I got the power\n\n  Power\n\n  I'm on a mission mackin' hard as a hammer\n  Take my picture, I might take your camera\n  My posse might move, and they move fast\n  A fool's move could be a punk's last\n  Ain't no criminal although I used to be\n  Ain't no new jack rappin' ain't new to me\n  I been makin' records on wax since 1982\n  Now it's 1988 finally I'm coming through\n  That adds up to six years of makin' ok jams, but now I'm mad\n  Here comes the body slam\n  Turnin' out concerts, house'n the industry\n  Lovin' all the fly girls screamin' for ICE T\n  Rollin' with the Syndicate my unstoppable battalion\n  38 Solid gold my medalion\n  Gainin' velocity, momentum and energy\n  ICE Capital T\n  I got the power\n\n  Power\n\n  So you say that I'm a fake think, you really must be a fool\n  I been to jail more times than you have probably been in school\n  Shot at, shot back, hit, and seen my buddies killed\n  That's the foundation upon the raps of ICE-T are built\n  I say what I think, the system does stink\n  Money you walk, you short, you're writin' from the klink\n  Come on, what's up, you know the laws are full of bull\n  Prey on the lame, release those with pull\n  Power! I know you wanta try it\n  Well check out money can buy it\n  Control and mold the world to do your wishin'\n  The knowledge of power is mine, so just listen\n  Money controls the world and that's it\n  And once you got it, then you can talk shit\n  Power\n\n  You have the power\n\n  Power\n\n  You have the power\n\n  I got the power(fade out)\n"},{"id":3402889,"name":"Soul On Ice","trackName":"Soul On Ice","artistName":"Ice-T","albumName":"Power","duration":282.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It was a Saturday night on the streets of Cali\nThrew on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's\nThrew on enough gold for any girl's pleasure\nLeft a pound and a half of that shit still in the dresser\nI slapped a clip in my nine, threw a clip in my sock\nPick three grand up off the dresser, it was ten on the dot\nNow my beeper started beepin, I threw that shit in the sink\nI didn't need it no more, I had more money than Brinks\nSee, I was quittin the game and tonight was my fling\nYou see, on the streets they're players but only one king\nNow that's the title I held but the game is real fast\nYou gotta get in and get out if you expectin to last\nNow my homeboy Evil was downstairs chillin in his brand new Benz\nI had many adversaries but very few close friends\nWe broke to the set, E parked the car on the grass\nHigh-signin was his trademark and he did it with class\nHit the door like two titans, the whole jam stopped to stare\nAnd as we walked through the crowd they threw bills in the air\nI spied my man Jazz maxin out with two stone cold freaks\n\"Yo, what's up Ice, you rich now, man, you too good to speak?\"\nNow Jazz was a player from the east coast, the Bronx\nHe was known to be hard on the women and a brother he'd stomp\nSmack a bitch in a minute, some say just for fun\nAnd he was known for his chrome-plated pearl-handled gun\n\"Yo Ice, you my brother and I love you and all\nBut what's up with that six g's you owe me, man\n...'member when your boys took that fall?\nAnd I posted the bail cause yo ass was locked up\"\nEvil gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz shut the fuck up\nJust then I saw Donald-D hit the front door\nMore gold than a Aztec, black leather he wore\nHoes grabbed for they niggas when D hit the set\nCause what Donald-D wanted is what Donald-D'd get\nDonald's eyes hit mine and a smile crossed his face\nThen a light hit his ring and blinded the whole goddamn place\n\"Yo Ice, you the coolest and Evil, you mean\nBut I got the fliest new shit rollin off gasoline\"\nEveryone in the party moved quickly outside\nTo see Donald-D's ultimate Superfly ride\nIt was black, it was low, cost twice that of my Porsche\nA Testarossa Ferrari - convertable of course\nIt purred like a jet, \"Yo man, I bought it with cash\"\nIt had 'Donald-D' written in gold on the dash\nThen out of nowhere came a shot across the street\nI felt pain in my chest and my knees got weak\nThere was blood on my hands and I fell to the ground\nAnd all I could hear was, \"Yo, Ice is down!\"\nSomebody had shot me that night that I quit\nThe night that I ended all this hustlin playin shit\nIt's ironic ain't it, the night I retired\nWould be the same night that my whole life expired","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Soul On Ice\n  artist: Ice-T\n  album: Power\n  duration_ms: 282000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It was a Saturday night on the streets of Cali\n  Threw on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's\n  Threw on enough gold for any girl's pleasure\n  Left a pound and a half of that shit still in the dresser\n  I slapped a clip in my nine, threw a clip in my sock\n  Pick three grand up off the dresser, it was ten on the dot\n  Now my beeper started beepin, I threw that shit in the sink\n  I didn't need it no more, I had more money than Brinks\n  See, I was quittin the game and tonight was my fling\n  You see, on the streets they're players but only one king\n  Now that's the title I held but the game is real fast\n  You gotta get in and get out if you expectin to last\n  Now my homeboy Evil was downstairs chillin in his brand new Benz\n  I had many adversaries but very few close friends\n  We broke to the set, E parked the car on the grass\n  High-signin was his trademark and he did it with class\n  Hit the door like two titans, the whole jam stopped to stare\n  And as we walked through the crowd they threw bills in the air\n  I spied my man Jazz maxin out with two stone cold freaks\n  \"Yo, what's up Ice, you rich now, man, you too good to speak?\"\n  Now Jazz was a player from the east coast, the Bronx\n  He was known to be hard on the women and a brother he'd stomp\n  Smack a bitch in a minute, some say just for fun\n  And he was known for his chrome-plated pearl-handled gun\n  \"Yo Ice, you my brother and I love you and all\n  But what's up with that six g's you owe me, man\n  ...'member when your boys took that fall?\n  And I posted the bail cause yo ass was locked up\"\n  Evil gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz shut the fuck up\n  Just then I saw Donald-D hit the front door\n  More gold than a Aztec, black leather he wore\n  Hoes grabbed for they niggas when D hit the set\n  Cause what Donald-D wanted is what Donald-D'd get\n  Donald's eyes hit mine and a smile crossed his face\n  Then a light hit his ring and blinded the whole goddamn place\n  \"Yo Ice, you the coolest and Evil, you mean\n  But I got the fliest new shit rollin off gasoline\"\n  Everyone in the party moved quickly outside\n  To see Donald-D's ultimate Superfly ride\n  It was black, it was low, cost twice that of my Porsche\n  A Testarossa Ferrari - convertable of course\n  It purred like a jet, \"Yo man, I bought it with cash\"\n  It had 'Donald-D' written in gold on the dash\n  Then out of nowhere came a shot across the street\n  I felt pain in my chest and my knees got weak\n  There was blood on my hands and I fell to the ground\n  And all I could hear was, \"Yo, Ice is down!\"\n  Somebody had shot me that night that I quit\n  The night that I ended all this hustlin playin shit\n  It's ironic ain't it, the night I retired\n  Would be the same night that my whole life expired\n"},{"id":31346897,"name":"Soul On Ice","trackName":"Soul On Ice","artistName":"Ice-T","albumName":"Power","duration":290.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It was a Saturday night on the streets of Cali\nThrew on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's\nThrew on enough gold for any girl's pleasure\nLeft a pound and a half of that shit still in the dresser\nI slapped a clip in my nine, threw a clip in my sock\nPick three grand up off the dresser, it was ten on the dot\nNow my beeper started beepin, I threw that shit in the sink\nI didn't need it no more, I had more money than Brinks\nSee, I was quittin the game and tonight was my fling\nYou see, on the streets they're players but only one king\nNow that's the title I held but the game is real fast\nYou gotta get in and get out if you expectin to last\nNow my homeboy Evil was downstairs chillin in his brand new Benz\nI had many adversaries but very few close friends\nWe broke to the set, E parked the car on the grass\nHigh-signin was his trademark and he did it with class\nHit the door like two titans, the whole jam stopped to stare\nAnd as we walked through the crowd they threw bills in the air\nI spied my man Jazz maxin out with two stone cold freaks\n\"Yo, what's up Ice, you rich now, man, you too good to speak?\"\nNow Jazz was a player from the east coast, the Bronx\nHe was known to be hard on the women and a brother he'd stomp\nSmack a bitch in a minute, some say just for fun\nAnd he was known for his chrome-plated pearl-handled gun\n\"Yo Ice, you my brother and I love you and all\nBut what's up with that six g's you owe me, man\n...'member when your boys took that fall?\nAnd I posted the bail cause yo ass was locked up\"\nEvil gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz shut the fuck up\nJust then I saw Donald-D hit the front door\nMore gold than a Aztec, black leather he wore\nHoes grabbed for they niggas when D hit the set\nCause what Donald-D wanted is what Donald-D'd get\nDonald's eyes hit mine and a smile crossed his face\nThen a light hit his ring and blinded the whole goddamn place\n\"Yo Ice, you the coolest and Evil, you mean\nBut I got the fliest new shit rollin off gasoline\"\nEveryone in the party moved quickly outside\nTo see Donald-D's ultimate Superfly ride\nIt was black, it was low, cost twice that of my Porsche\nA Testarossa Ferrari - convertable of course\nIt purred like a jet, \"Yo man, I bought it with cash\"\nIt had 'Donald-D' written in gold on the dash\nThen out of nowhere came a shot across the street\nI felt pain in my chest and my knees got weak\nThere was blood on my hands and I fell to the ground\nAnd all I could hear was, \"Yo, Ice is down!\"\nSomebody had shot me that night that I quit\nThe night that I ended all this hustlin playin shit\nIt's ironic ain't it, the night I retired\nWould be the same night that my whole life expired","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Soul On Ice\n  artist: Ice-T\n  album: Power\n  duration_ms: 290000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It was a Saturday night on the streets of Cali\n  Threw on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's\n  Threw on enough gold for any girl's pleasure\n  Left a pound and a half of that shit still in the dresser\n  I slapped a clip in my nine, threw a clip in my sock\n  Pick three grand up off the dresser, it was ten on the dot\n  Now my beeper started beepin, I threw that shit in the sink\n  I didn't need it no more, I had more money than Brinks\n  See, I was quittin the game and tonight was my fling\n  You see, on the streets they're players but only one king\n  Now that's the title I held but the game is real fast\n  You gotta get in and get out if you expectin to last\n  Now my homeboy Evil was downstairs chillin in his brand new Benz\n  I had many adversaries but very few close friends\n  We broke to the set, E parked the car on the grass\n  High-signin was his trademark and he did it with class\n  Hit the door like two titans, the whole jam stopped to stare\n  And as we walked through the crowd they threw bills in the air\n  I spied my man Jazz maxin out with two stone cold freaks\n  \"Yo, what's up Ice, you rich now, man, you too good to speak?\"\n  Now Jazz was a player from the east coast, the Bronx\n  He was known to be hard on the women and a brother he'd stomp\n  Smack a bitch in a minute, some say just for fun\n  And he was known for his chrome-plated pearl-handled gun\n  \"Yo Ice, you my brother and I love you and all\n  But what's up with that six g's you owe me, man\n  ...'member when your boys took that fall?\n  And I posted the bail cause yo ass was locked up\"\n  Evil gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz shut the fuck up\n  Just then I saw Donald-D hit the front door\n  More gold than a Aztec, black leather he wore\n  Hoes grabbed for they niggas when D hit the set\n  Cause what Donald-D wanted is what Donald-D'd get\n  Donald's eyes hit mine and a smile crossed his face\n  Then a light hit his ring and blinded the whole goddamn place\n  \"Yo Ice, you the coolest and Evil, you mean\n  But I got the fliest new shit rollin off gasoline\"\n  Everyone in the party moved quickly outside\n  To see Donald-D's ultimate Superfly ride\n  It was black, it was low, cost twice that of my Porsche\n  A Testarossa Ferrari - convertable of course\n  It purred like a jet, \"Yo man, I bought it with cash\"\n  It had 'Donald-D' written in gold on the dash\n  Then out of nowhere came a shot across the street\n  I felt pain in my chest and my knees got weak\n  There was blood on my hands and I fell to the ground\n  And all I could hear was, \"Yo, Ice is down!\"\n  Somebody had shot me that night that I quit\n  The night that I ended all this hustlin playin shit\n  It's ironic ain't it, the night I retired\n  Would be the same night that my whole life expired\n"},{"id":20016863,"name":"Soul on Ice","trackName":"Soul on Ice","artistName":"Ice‐T","albumName":"Power","duration":285.0480128,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It was a Saturday night on the streets of Cali\nThrew on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's\nThrew on enough gold for any girl's pleasure\nLeft a pound and a half of that shit still in the dresser\nI slapped a clip in my nine, threw a clip in my sock\nPick three grand up off the dresser, it was ten on the dot\nNow my beeper started beepin, I threw that shit in the sink\nI didn't need it no more, I had more money than Brinks\nSee, I was quittin the game and tonight was my fling\nYou see, on the streets they're players but only one king\nNow that's the title I held but the game is real fast\nYou gotta get in and get out if you expectin to last\nNow my homeboy Evil was downstairs chillin in his brand new Benz\nI had many adversaries but very few close friends\nWe broke to the set, E parked the car on the grass\nHigh-signin was his trademark and he did it with class\nHit the door like two titans, the whole jam stopped to stare\nAnd as we walked through the crowd they threw bills in the air\nI spied my man Jazz maxin out with two stone cold freaks\n\"Yo, what's up Ice, you rich now, man, you too good to speak?\"\nNow Jazz was a player from the east coast, the Bronx\nHe was known to be hard on the women and a brother he'd stomp\nSmack a bitch in a minute, some say just for fun\nAnd he was known for his chrome-plated pearl-handled gun\n\"Yo Ice, you my brother and I love you and all\nBut what's up with that six g's you owe me, man\n...'member when your boys took that fall?\nAnd I posted the bail cause yo ass was locked up\"\nEvil gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz shut the fuck up\nJust then I saw Donald-D hit the front door\nMore gold than a Aztec, black leather he wore\nHoes grabbed for they niggas when D hit the set\nCause what Donald-D wanted is what Donald-D'd get\nDonald's eyes hit mine and a smile crossed his face\nThen a light hit his ring and blinded the whole goddamn place\n\"Yo Ice, you the coolest and Evil, you mean\nBut I got the fliest new shit rollin off gasoline\"\nEveryone in the party moved quickly outside\nTo see Donald-D's ultimate Superfly ride\nIt was black, it was low, cost twice that of my Porsche\nA Testarossa Ferrari - convertable of course\nIt purred like a jet, \"Yo man, I bought it with cash\"\nIt had 'Donald-D' written in gold on the dash\nThen out of nowhere came a shot across the street\nI felt pain in my chest and my knees got weak\nThere was blood on my hands and I fell to the ground\nAnd all I could hear was, \"Yo, Ice is down!\"\nSomebody had shot me that night that I quit\nThe night that I ended all this hustlin playin shit\nIt's ironic ain't it, the night I retired\nWould be the same night that my whole life expired","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Soul on Ice\n  artist: Ice‐T\n  album: Power\n  duration_ms: 285048\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It was a Saturday night on the streets of Cali\n  Threw on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's\n  Threw on enough gold for any girl's pleasure\n  Left a pound and a half of that shit still in the dresser\n  I slapped a clip in my nine, threw a clip in my sock\n  Pick three grand up off the dresser, it was ten on the dot\n  Now my beeper started beepin, I threw that shit in the sink\n  I didn't need it no more, I had more money than Brinks\n  See, I was quittin the game and tonight was my fling\n  You see, on the streets they're players but only one king\n  Now that's the title I held but the game is real fast\n  You gotta get in and get out if you expectin to last\n  Now my homeboy Evil was downstairs chillin in his brand new Benz\n  I had many adversaries but very few close friends\n  We broke to the set, E parked the car on the grass\n  High-signin was his trademark and he did it with class\n  Hit the door like two titans, the whole jam stopped to stare\n  And as we walked through the crowd they threw bills in the air\n  I spied my man Jazz maxin out with two stone cold freaks\n  \"Yo, what's up Ice, you rich now, man, you too good to speak?\"\n  Now Jazz was a player from the east coast, the Bronx\n  He was known to be hard on the women and a brother he'd stomp\n  Smack a bitch in a minute, some say just for fun\n  And he was known for his chrome-plated pearl-handled gun\n  \"Yo Ice, you my brother and I love you and all\n  But what's up with that six g's you owe me, man\n  ...'member when your boys took that fall?\n  And I posted the bail cause yo ass was locked up\"\n  Evil gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz shut the fuck up\n  Just then I saw Donald-D hit the front door\n  More gold than a Aztec, black leather he wore\n  Hoes grabbed for they niggas when D hit the set\n  Cause what Donald-D wanted is what Donald-D'd get\n  Donald's eyes hit mine and a smile crossed his face\n  Then a light hit his ring and blinded the whole goddamn place\n  \"Yo Ice, you the coolest and Evil, you mean\n  But I got the fliest new shit rollin off gasoline\"\n  Everyone in the party moved quickly outside\n  To see Donald-D's ultimate Superfly ride\n  It was black, it was low, cost twice that of my Porsche\n  A Testarossa Ferrari - convertable of course\n  It purred like a jet, \"Yo man, I bought it with cash\"\n  It had 'Donald-D' written in gold on the dash\n  Then out of nowhere came a shot across the street\n  I felt pain in my chest and my knees got weak\n  There was blood on my hands and I fell to the ground\n  And all I could hear was, \"Yo, Ice is down!\"\n  Somebody had shot me that night that I quit\n  The night that I ended all this hustlin playin shit\n  It's ironic ain't it, the night I retired\n  Would be the same night that my whole life expired\n"},{"id":10984116,"name":"Soul on Ice","trackName":"Soul on Ice","artistName":"Ice‐T","albumName":"Power","duration":282.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It was a Saturday night on the streets of Cali\nThrew on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's\nThrew on enough gold for any girl's pleasure\nLeft a pound and a half of that shit still in the dresser\nI slapped a clip in my nine, threw a clip in my sock\nPick three grand up off the dresser, it was ten on the dot\nNow my beeper started beepin, I threw that shit in the sink\nI didn't need it no more, I had more money than Brinks\nSee, I was quittin the game and tonight was my fling\nYou see, on the streets they're players but only one king\nNow that's the title I held but the game is real fast\nYou gotta get in and get out if you expectin to last\nNow my homeboy Evil was downstairs chillin in his brand new Benz\nI had many adversaries but very few close friends\nWe broke to the set, E parked the car on the grass\nHigh-signin was his trademark and he did it with class\nHit the door like two titans, the whole jam stopped to stare\nAnd as we walked through the crowd they threw bills in the air\nI spied my man Jazz maxin out with two stone cold freaks\n\"Yo, what's up Ice, you rich now, man, you too good to speak?\"\nNow Jazz was a player from the east coast, the Bronx\nHe was known to be hard on the women and a brother he'd stomp\nSmack a bitch in a minute, some say just for fun\nAnd he was known for his chrome-plated pearl-handled gun\n\"Yo Ice, you my brother and I love you and all\nBut what's up with that six g's you owe me, man\n...'member when your boys took that fall?\nAnd I posted the bail cause yo ass was locked up\"\nEvil gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz shut the fuck up\nJust then I saw Donald-D hit the front door\nMore gold than a Aztec, black leather he wore\nHoes grabbed for they niggas when D hit the set\nCause what Donald-D wanted is what Donald-D'd get\nDonald's eyes hit mine and a smile crossed his face\nThen a light hit his ring and blinded the whole goddamn place\n\"Yo Ice, you the coolest and Evil, you mean\nBut I got the fliest new shit rollin off gasoline\"\nEveryone in the party moved quickly outside\nTo see Donald-D's ultimate Superfly ride\nIt was black, it was low, cost twice that of my Porsche\nA Testarossa Ferrari - convertable of course\nIt purred like a jet, \"Yo man, I bought it with cash\"\nIt had 'Donald-D' written in gold on the dash\nThen out of nowhere came a shot across the street\nI felt pain in my chest and my knees got weak\nThere was blood on my hands and I fell to the ground\nAnd all I could hear was, \"Yo, Ice is down!\"\nSomebody had shot me that night that I quit\nThe night that I ended all this hustlin playin shit\nIt's ironic ain't it, the night I retired\nWould be the same night that my whole life expired","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Soul on Ice\n  artist: Ice‐T\n  album: Power\n  duration_ms: 282000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It was a Saturday night on the streets of Cali\n  Threw on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's\n  Threw on enough gold for any girl's pleasure\n  Left a pound and a half of that shit still in the dresser\n  I slapped a clip in my nine, threw a clip in my sock\n  Pick three grand up off the dresser, it was ten on the dot\n  Now my beeper started beepin, I threw that shit in the sink\n  I didn't need it no more, I had more money than Brinks\n  See, I was quittin the game and tonight was my fling\n  You see, on the streets they're players but only one king\n  Now that's the title I held but the game is real fast\n  You gotta get in and get out if you expectin to last\n  Now my homeboy Evil was downstairs chillin in his brand new Benz\n  I had many adversaries but very few close friends\n  We broke to the set, E parked the car on the grass\n  High-signin was his trademark and he did it with class\n  Hit the door like two titans, the whole jam stopped to stare\n  And as we walked through the crowd they threw bills in the air\n  I spied my man Jazz maxin out with two stone cold freaks\n  \"Yo, what's up Ice, you rich now, man, you too good to speak?\"\n  Now Jazz was a player from the east coast, the Bronx\n  He was known to be hard on the women and a brother he'd stomp\n  Smack a bitch in a minute, some say just for fun\n  And he was known for his chrome-plated pearl-handled gun\n  \"Yo Ice, you my brother and I love you and all\n  But what's up with that six g's you owe me, man\n  ...'member when your boys took that fall?\n  And I posted the bail cause yo ass was locked up\"\n  Evil gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz shut the fuck up\n  Just then I saw Donald-D hit the front door\n  More gold than a Aztec, black leather he wore\n  Hoes grabbed for they niggas when D hit the set\n  Cause what Donald-D wanted is what Donald-D'd get\n  Donald's eyes hit mine and a smile crossed his face\n  Then a light hit his ring and blinded the whole goddamn place\n  \"Yo Ice, you the coolest and Evil, you mean\n  But I got the fliest new shit rollin off gasoline\"\n  Everyone in the party moved quickly outside\n  To see Donald-D's ultimate Superfly ride\n  It was black, it was low, cost twice that of my Porsche\n  A Testarossa Ferrari - convertable of course\n  It purred like a jet, \"Yo man, I bought it with cash\"\n  It had 'Donald-D' written in gold on the dash\n  Then out of nowhere came a shot across the street\n  I felt pain in my chest and my knees got weak\n  There was blood on my hands and I fell to the ground\n  And all I could hear was, \"Yo, Ice is down!\"\n  Somebody had shot me that night that I quit\n  The night that I ended all this hustlin playin shit\n  It's ironic ain't it, the night I retired\n  Would be the same night that my whole life expired\n"},{"id":36548810,"name":"Soul on Ice","trackName":"Soul on Ice","artistName":"Ice‐T","albumName":"Power","duration":324.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It was a Saturday night on the streets of Cali\nThrew on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's\nThrew on enough gold for any girl's pleasure\nLeft a pound and a half of that shit still in the dresser\nI slapped a clip in my nine, threw a clip in my sock\nPick three grand up off the dresser, it was ten on the dot\nNow my beeper started beepin, I threw that shit in the sink\nI didn't need it no more, I had more money than Brinks\nSee, I was quittin the game and tonight was my fling\nYou see, on the streets they're players but only one king\nNow that's the title I held but the game is real fast\nYou gotta get in and get out if you expectin to last\nNow my homeboy Evil was downstairs chillin in his brand new Benz\nI had many adversaries but very few close friends\nWe broke to the set, E parked the car on the grass\nHigh-signin was his trademark and he did it with class\nHit the door like two titans, the whole jam stopped to stare\nAnd as we walked through the crowd they threw bills in the air\nI spied my man Jazz maxin out with two stone cold freaks\n\"Yo, what's up Ice, you rich now, man, you too good to speak?\"\nNow Jazz was a player from the east coast, the Bronx\nHe was known to be hard on the women and a brother he'd stomp\nSmack a bitch in a minute, some say just for fun\nAnd he was known for his chrome-plated pearl-handled gun\n\"Yo Ice, you my brother and I love you and all\nBut what's up with that six g's you owe me, man\n...'member when your boys took that fall?\nAnd I posted the bail cause yo ass was locked up\"\nEvil gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz shut the fuck up\nJust then I saw Donald-D hit the front door\nMore gold than a Aztec, black leather he wore\nHoes grabbed for they niggas when D hit the set\nCause what Donald-D wanted is what Donald-D'd get\nDonald's eyes hit mine and a smile crossed his face\nThen a light hit his ring and blinded the whole goddamn place\n\"Yo Ice, you the coolest and Evil, you mean\nBut I got the fliest new shit rollin off gasoline\"\nEveryone in the party moved quickly outside\nTo see Donald-D's ultimate Superfly ride\nIt was black, it was low, cost twice that of my Porsche\nA Testarossa Ferrari - convertable of course\nIt purred like a jet, \"Yo man, I bought it with cash\"\nIt had 'Donald-D' written in gold on the dash\nThen out of nowhere came a shot across the street\nI felt pain in my chest and my knees got weak\nThere was blood on my hands and I fell to the ground\nAnd all I could hear was, \"Yo, Ice is down!\"\nSomebody had shot me that night that I quit\nThe night that I ended all this hustlin playin shit\nIt's ironic ain't it, the night I retired\nWould be the same night that my whole life expired","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Soul on Ice\n  artist: Ice‐T\n  album: Power\n  duration_ms: 324000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It was a Saturday night on the streets of Cali\n  Threw on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's\n  Threw on enough gold for any girl's pleasure\n  Left a pound and a half of that shit still in the dresser\n  I slapped a clip in my nine, threw a clip in my sock\n  Pick three grand up off the dresser, it was ten on the dot\n  Now my beeper started beepin, I threw that shit in the sink\n  I didn't need it no more, I had more money than Brinks\n  See, I was quittin the game and tonight was my fling\n  You see, on the streets they're players but only one king\n  Now that's the title I held but the game is real fast\n  You gotta get in and get out if you expectin to last\n  Now my homeboy Evil was downstairs chillin in his brand new Benz\n  I had many adversaries but very few close friends\n  We broke to the set, E parked the car on the grass\n  High-signin was his trademark and he did it with class\n  Hit the door like two titans, the whole jam stopped to stare\n  And as we walked through the crowd they threw bills in the air\n  I spied my man Jazz maxin out with two stone cold freaks\n  \"Yo, what's up Ice, you rich now, man, you too good to speak?\"\n  Now Jazz was a player from the east coast, the Bronx\n  He was known to be hard on the women and a brother he'd stomp\n  Smack a bitch in a minute, some say just for fun\n  And he was known for his chrome-plated pearl-handled gun\n  \"Yo Ice, you my brother and I love you and all\n  But what's up with that six g's you owe me, man\n  ...'member when your boys took that fall?\n  And I posted the bail cause yo ass was locked up\"\n  Evil gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz shut the fuck up\n  Just then I saw Donald-D hit the front door\n  More gold than a Aztec, black leather he wore\n  Hoes grabbed for they niggas when D hit the set\n  Cause what Donald-D wanted is what Donald-D'd get\n  Donald's eyes hit mine and a smile crossed his face\n  Then a light hit his ring and blinded the whole goddamn place\n  \"Yo Ice, you the coolest and Evil, you mean\n  But I got the fliest new shit rollin off gasoline\"\n  Everyone in the party moved quickly outside\n  To see Donald-D's ultimate Superfly ride\n  It was black, it was low, cost twice that of my Porsche\n  A Testarossa Ferrari - convertable of course\n  It purred like a jet, \"Yo man, I bought it with cash\"\n  It had 'Donald-D' written in gold on the dash\n  Then out of nowhere came a shot across the street\n  I felt pain in my chest and my knees got weak\n  There was blood on my hands and I fell to the ground\n  And all I could hear was, \"Yo, Ice is down!\"\n  Somebody had shot me that night that I quit\n  The night that I ended all this hustlin playin shit\n  It's ironic ain't it, the night I retired\n  Would be the same night that my whole life expired\n"},{"id":17335104,"name":"12 Soul On Ice","trackName":"12 Soul On Ice","artistName":"Ice-T","albumName":"Power","duration":281.5407,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It was a Saturday night on the streets of Cali\nThrew on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's\nThrew on enough gold for any girl's pleasure\nLeft a pound and a half of that shit still in the dresser\nI slapped a clip in my nine, threw a clip in my sock\nPick three grand up off the dresser, it was ten on the dot\nNow my beeper started beepin, I threw that shit in the sink\nI didn't need it no more, I had more money than Brinks\nSee, I was quittin the game and tonight was my fling\nYou see, on the streets they're players but only one king\nNow that's the title I held but the game is real fast\nYou gotta get in and get out if you expectin to last\nNow my homeboy Evil was downstairs chillin in his brand new Benz\nI had many adversaries but very few close friends\nWe broke to the set, E parked the car on the grass\nHigh-signin was his trademark and he did it with class\nHit the door like two titans, the whole jam stopped to stare\nAnd as we walked through the crowd they threw bills in the air\nI spied my man Jazz maxin out with two stone cold freaks\n\"Yo, what's up Ice, you rich now, man, you too good to speak?\"\nNow Jazz was a player from the east coast, the Bronx\nHe was known to be hard on the women and a brother he'd stomp\nSmack a bitch in a minute, some say just for fun\nAnd he was known for his chrome-plated pearl-handled gun\n\"Yo Ice, you my brother and I love you and all\nBut what's up with that six g's you owe me, man\n...'member when your boys took that fall?\nAnd I posted the bail cause yo ass was locked up\"\nEvil gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz shut the fuck up\nJust then I saw Donald-D hit the front door\nMore gold than a Aztec, black leather he wore\nHoes grabbed for they niggas when D hit the set\nCause what Donald-D wanted is what Donald-D'd get\nDonald's eyes hit mine and a smile crossed his face\nThen a light hit his ring and blinded the whole goddamn place\n\"Yo Ice, you the coolest and Evil, you mean\nBut I got the fliest new shit rollin off gasoline\"\nEveryone in the party moved quickly outside\nTo see Donald-D's ultimate Superfly ride\nIt was black, it was low, cost twice that of my Porsche\nA Testarossa Ferrari - convertable of course\nIt purred like a jet, \"Yo man, I bought it with cash\"\nIt had 'Donald-D' written in gold on the dash\nThen out of nowhere came a shot across the street\nI felt pain in my chest and my knees got weak\nThere was blood on my hands and I fell to the ground\nAnd all I could hear was, \"Yo, Ice is down!\"\nSomebody had shot me that night that I quit\nThe night that I ended all this hustlin playin shit\nIt's ironic ain't it, the night I retired\nWould be the same night that my whole life expired","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 12 Soul On Ice\n  artist: Ice-T\n  album: Power\n  duration_ms: 281541\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It was a Saturday night on the streets of Cali\n  Threw on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's\n  Threw on enough gold for any girl's pleasure\n  Left a pound and a half of that shit still in the dresser\n  I slapped a clip in my nine, threw a clip in my sock\n  Pick three grand up off the dresser, it was ten on the dot\n  Now my beeper started beepin, I threw that shit in the sink\n  I didn't need it no more, I had more money than Brinks\n  See, I was quittin the game and tonight was my fling\n  You see, on the streets they're players but only one king\n  Now that's the title I held but the game is real fast\n  You gotta get in and get out if you expectin to last\n  Now my homeboy Evil was downstairs chillin in his brand new Benz\n  I had many adversaries but very few close friends\n  We broke to the set, E parked the car on the grass\n  High-signin was his trademark and he did it with class\n  Hit the door like two titans, the whole jam stopped to stare\n  And as we walked through the crowd they threw bills in the air\n  I spied my man Jazz maxin out with two stone cold freaks\n  \"Yo, what's up Ice, you rich now, man, you too good to speak?\"\n  Now Jazz was a player from the east coast, the Bronx\n  He was known to be hard on the women and a brother he'd stomp\n  Smack a bitch in a minute, some say just for fun\n  And he was known for his chrome-plated pearl-handled gun\n  \"Yo Ice, you my brother and I love you and all\n  But what's up with that six g's you owe me, man\n  ...'member when your boys took that fall?\n  And I posted the bail cause yo ass was locked up\"\n  Evil gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz shut the fuck up\n  Just then I saw Donald-D hit the front door\n  More gold than a Aztec, black leather he wore\n  Hoes grabbed for they niggas when D hit the set\n  Cause what Donald-D wanted is what Donald-D'd get\n  Donald's eyes hit mine and a smile crossed his face\n  Then a light hit his ring and blinded the whole goddamn place\n  \"Yo Ice, you the coolest and Evil, you mean\n  But I got the fliest new shit rollin off gasoline\"\n  Everyone in the party moved quickly outside\n  To see Donald-D's ultimate Superfly ride\n  It was black, it was low, cost twice that of my Porsche\n  A Testarossa Ferrari - convertable of course\n  It purred like a jet, \"Yo man, I bought it with cash\"\n  It had 'Donald-D' written in gold on the dash\n  Then out of nowhere came a shot across the street\n  I felt pain in my chest and my knees got weak\n  There was blood on my hands and I fell to the ground\n  And all I could hear was, \"Yo, Ice is down!\"\n  Somebody had shot me that night that I quit\n  The night that I ended all this hustlin playin shit\n  It's ironic ain't it, the night I retired\n  Would be the same night that my whole life expired\n"},{"id":25804187,"name":"Soul On Ice","trackName":"Soul On Ice","artistName":"Ice-T","albumName":"1988 - Power","duration":281.826667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It was a Saturday night on the streets of Cali\nThrew on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's\nThrew on enough gold for any girl's pleasure\nLeft a pound and a half of that shit still in the dresser\nI slapped a clip in my nine, threw a clip in my sock\nPick three grand up off the dresser, it was ten on the dot\nNow my beeper started beepin, I threw that shit in the sink\nI didn't need it no more, I had more money than Brinks\nSee, I was quittin the game and tonight was my fling\nYou see, on the streets they're players but only one king\nNow that's the title I held but the game is real fast\nYou gotta get in and get out if you expectin to last\nNow my homeboy Evil was downstairs chillin in his brand new Benz\nI had many adversaries but very few close friends\nWe broke to the set, E parked the car on the grass\nHigh-signin was his trademark and he did it with class\nHit the door like two titans, the whole jam stopped to stare\nAnd as we walked through the crowd they threw bills in the air\nI spied my man Jazz maxin out with two stone cold freaks\n\"Yo, what's up Ice, you rich now, man, you too good to speak?\"\nNow Jazz was a player from the east coast, the Bronx\nHe was known to be hard on the women and a brother he'd stomp\nSmack a bitch in a minute, some say just for fun\nAnd he was known for his chrome-plated pearl-handled gun\n\"Yo Ice, you my brother and I love you and all\nBut what's up with that six g's you owe me, man\n...'member when your boys took that fall?\nAnd I posted the bail cause yo ass was locked up\"\nEvil gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz shut the fuck up\nJust then I saw Donald-D hit the front door\nMore gold than a Aztec, black leather he wore\nHoes grabbed for they niggas when D hit the set\nCause what Donald-D wanted is what Donald-D'd get\nDonald's eyes hit mine and a smile crossed his face\nThen a light hit his ring and blinded the whole goddamn place\n\"Yo Ice, you the coolest and Evil, you mean\nBut I got the fliest new shit rollin off gasoline\"\nEveryone in the party moved quickly outside\nTo see Donald-D's ultimate Superfly ride\nIt was black, it was low, cost twice that of my Porsche\nA Testarossa Ferrari - convertable of course\nIt purred like a jet, \"Yo man, I bought it with cash\"\nIt had 'Donald-D' written in gold on the dash\nThen out of nowhere came a shot across the street\nI felt pain in my chest and my knees got weak\nThere was blood on my hands and I fell to the ground\nAnd all I could hear was, \"Yo, Ice is down!\"\nSomebody had shot me that night that I quit\nThe night that I ended all this hustlin playin shit\nIt's ironic ain't it, the night I retired\nWould be the same night that my whole life expired","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Soul On Ice\n  artist: Ice-T\n  album: 1988 - Power\n  duration_ms: 281827\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It was a Saturday night on the streets of Cali\n  Threw on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's\n  Threw on enough gold for any girl's pleasure\n  Left a pound and a half of that shit still in the dresser\n  I slapped a clip in my nine, threw a clip in my sock\n  Pick three grand up off the dresser, it was ten on the dot\n  Now my beeper started beepin, I threw that shit in the sink\n  I didn't need it no more, I had more money than Brinks\n  See, I was quittin the game and tonight was my fling\n  You see, on the streets they're players but only one king\n  Now that's the title I held but the game is real fast\n  You gotta get in and get out if you expectin to last\n  Now my homeboy Evil was downstairs chillin in his brand new Benz\n  I had many adversaries but very few close friends\n  We broke to the set, E parked the car on the grass\n  High-signin was his trademark and he did it with class\n  Hit the door like two titans, the whole jam stopped to stare\n  And as we walked through the crowd they threw bills in the air\n  I spied my man Jazz maxin out with two stone cold freaks\n  \"Yo, what's up Ice, you rich now, man, you too good to speak?\"\n  Now Jazz was a player from the east coast, the Bronx\n  He was known to be hard on the women and a brother he'd stomp\n  Smack a bitch in a minute, some say just for fun\n  And he was known for his chrome-plated pearl-handled gun\n  \"Yo Ice, you my brother and I love you and all\n  But what's up with that six g's you owe me, man\n  ...'member when your boys took that fall?\n  And I posted the bail cause yo ass was locked up\"\n  Evil gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz shut the fuck up\n  Just then I saw Donald-D hit the front door\n  More gold than a Aztec, black leather he wore\n  Hoes grabbed for they niggas when D hit the set\n  Cause what Donald-D wanted is what Donald-D'd get\n  Donald's eyes hit mine and a smile crossed his face\n  Then a light hit his ring and blinded the whole goddamn place\n  \"Yo Ice, you the coolest and Evil, you mean\n  But I got the fliest new shit rollin off gasoline\"\n  Everyone in the party moved quickly outside\n  To see Donald-D's ultimate Superfly ride\n  It was black, it was low, cost twice that of my Porsche\n  A Testarossa Ferrari - convertable of course\n  It purred like a jet, \"Yo man, I bought it with cash\"\n  It had 'Donald-D' written in gold on the dash\n  Then out of nowhere came a shot across the street\n  I felt pain in my chest and my knees got weak\n  There was blood on my hands and I fell to the ground\n  And all I could hear was, \"Yo, Ice is down!\"\n  Somebody had shot me that night that I quit\n  The night that I ended all this hustlin playin shit\n  It's ironic ain't it, the night I retired\n  Would be the same night that my whole life expired\n"},{"id":1736417,"name":"Power","trackName":"Power","artistName":"Ice-T","albumName":"Copkiller","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm livin' large as possible, posse unstoppable\nStyle topical, vividly optical\nListen, you'll see'em sometimes I'll be'em\nCops, critics and punks, necer ever wanta see me in POWER\nWell, that's too bad, Apocalypse Now I'm back and I'm mad\nWe're comin', you're runnin' cold and cunning\nIce T on the mic, TopGunning\nAfter your neck, checkin' respect, makin' you sweat\nRhyme Syndicate boy in effect\nThe rap motivator, teacher, talker, night rhyme stalker\nWords thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author\nGettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none\nRHYME PAYS was the name of the album\nBut that was number one, this is the number two\nThe posse grew, we're gonna break through\n\nPower\n\nSomebody line up the suckers who refuse to recognize the truth\nTie up the punks who refuse to understand the youth\nMy posse's growin' and it's gettin' larger every day\nDetroit, Chi-Town, Pittsburgh, Houston, L.A.\nCome on, come on, come on, toys, let's play\nCircle the calendar, perpetrator doomsday\nICE T fool man of my own full grown\nI cause havoc when I speak upon the microphone\nI'm outspoken, no jokin', get in my face your jaw will get broken\nLayin' it, sayin' it, then you're playing it\nLyrics so heavy that you might try weighin' it\nHated by many but I hate'em back\nLoved by troopers who know where it's at\nYou might like me, might think I'm wack\nBut don't step to me 'cause the boy stays strapped\nI'm taking no shorts, hatin' the courts, hatin' the judges\nPunk DA's with their personal grudges\nI hate the clubs that think with their butts\nNo hats, no jeans, no sneakers, no what?\nNo beepers, no gold? Yo kiss my ass\nWe'll wait and see who gets the last laugh\nWe'll have the power\n\nPower Power it starts with P like pussy\nShe knows she's got it, she doesn't worry, does she?\nSpendin' your cash, leavin' you in the trash\nWhile your little head's thinkin', they're gone in a dash\nThey got it, know it, that's why they show it\nThe power of sex, if man could overthrow it\nHe'd be king in a day, no way.We get rich, hard, give it away\nWe're weak and as we speak, the girls are hawkin'\nSizin' me up straight out as I'm talkin'\nBut you gotta have control if you want the gold\nI don't wanta be alone like Stallone\nSo I keep my mind thinkin' 'bout the green\nAnd stop dwellin' on the in-between\nI got the power\n\nPower\n\nI'm on a mission mackin' hard as a hammer\nTake my picture, I might take your camera\nMy posse might move, and they move fast\nA fool's move could be a punk's last\nAin't no criminal although I used to be\nAin't no new jack rappin' ain't new to me\nI been makin' records on wax since 1982\nNow it's 1988 finally I'm coming through\nThat adds up to six years of makin' ok jams, but now I'm mad\nHere comes the body slam\nTurnin' out concerts, house'n the industry\nLovin' all the fly girls screamin' for ICE T\nRollin' with the Syndicate my unstoppable battalion\n38 Solid gold my medalion\nGainin' velocity, momentum and energy\nICE Capital T\nI got the power\n\nPower\n\nSo you say that I'm a fake think, you really must be a fool\nI been to jail more times than you have probably been in school\nShot at, shot back, hit, and seen my buddies killed\nThat's the foundation upon the raps of ICE-T are built\nI say what I think, the system does stink\nMoney you walk, you short, you're writin' from the klink\nCome on, what's up, you know the laws are full of bull\nPrey on the lame, release those with pull\nPower! I know you wanta try it\nWell check out money can buy it\nControl and mold the world to do your wishin'\nThe knowledge of power is mine, so just listen\nMoney controls the world and that's it\nAnd once you got it, then you can talk shit\nPower\n\nYou have the power\n\nPower\n\nYou have the power\n\nI got the power","syncedLyrics":"[00:25.36] I'm livin' large as possible, posse unstoppable\n[00:28.17] Style topical, vividly optical\n[00:29.95] Listen, you'll see'em sometimes I'll be'em\n[00:32.06] Cops, critics and punks, necer ever wanta see me in POWER\n[00:34.10] Well, that's too bad, Apocalypse Now I'm back and I'm mad\n[00:38.37] We're comin', you're runnin' cold and cunning\n[00:40.63] Ice T on the mic, TopGunning\n[00:42.70] After your neck, checkin' respect, makin' you sweat\n[00:45.07] Rhyme Syndicate boy in effect\n[00:47.15] The rap motivator, teacher, talker, night rhyme stalker\n[00:49.22] Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author\n[00:51.30] Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none\n[00:53.35] RHYME PAYS was the name of the album\n[00:55.41] But that was number one, this is the number two\n[00:57.97] The posse grew, we're gonna break through\n[01:04.41] Power\n[01:07.57] Somebody line up the suckers who refuse to recognize the truth\n[01:10.39] Tie up the punks who refuse to understand the youth\n[01:12.69] My posse's growin' and it's gettin' larger every day\n[01:14.97] Detroit, Chi-Town, Pittsburgh, Houston, L.A.\n[01:17.00] Come on, come on, come on, toys, let's play\n[01:18.83] Circle the calendar, perpetrator doomsday\n[01:21.11] ICE T fool man of my own full grown\n[01:23.21] I cause havoc when I speak upon the microphone\n[01:25.38] I'm outspoken, no jokin', get in my face your jaw will get broken\n[01:29.10] Layin' it, sayin' it, then you're playing it\n[01:31.65] Lyrics so heavy that you might try weighin' it\n[01:33.75] Hated by many but I hate'em back\n[01:36.25] Loved by troopers who know where it's at\n[01:37.95] You might like me, might think I'm wack\n[01:39.58] But don't step to me 'cause the boy stays strapped\n[01:42.32] I'm taking no shorts, hatin' the courts, hatin' the judges\n[01:44.82] Punk DA's with their personal grudges\n[01:46.83] I hate the clubs that think with their butts\n[01:48.78] No hats, no jeans, no sneakers, no what?\n[01:50.63] No beepers, no gold? 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Yo kiss my ass\n  We'll wait and see who gets the last laugh\n  We'll have the power\n\n  Power Power it starts with P like pussy\n  She knows she's got it, she doesn't worry, does she?\n  Spendin' your cash, leavin' you in the trash\n  While your little head's thinkin', they're gone in a dash\n  They got it, know it, that's why they show it\n  The power of sex, if man could overthrow it\n  He'd be king in a day, no way.We get rich, hard, give it away\n  We're weak and as we speak, the girls are hawkin'\n  Sizin' me up straight out as I'm talkin'\n  But you gotta have control if you want the gold\n  I don't wanta be alone like Stallone\n  So I keep my mind thinkin' 'bout the green\n  And stop dwellin' on the in-between\n  I got the power\n\n  Power\n\n  I'm on a mission mackin' hard as a hammer\n  Take my picture, I might take your camera\n  My posse might move, and they move fast\n  A fool's move could be a punk's last\n  Ain't no criminal although I used to be\n  Ain't no new jack rappin' ain't new to me\n  I been makin' records on wax since 1982\n  Now it's 1988 finally I'm coming through\n  That adds up to six years of makin' ok jams, but now I'm mad\n  Here comes the body slam\n  Turnin' out concerts, house'n the industry\n  Lovin' all the fly girls screamin' for ICE T\n  Rollin' with the Syndicate my unstoppable battalion\n  38 Solid gold my medalion\n  Gainin' velocity, momentum and energy\n  ICE Capital T\n  I got the power\n\n  Power\n\n  So you say that I'm a fake think, you really must be a fool\n  I been to jail more times than you have probably been in school\n  Shot at, shot back, hit, and seen my buddies killed\n  That's the foundation upon the raps of ICE-T are built\n  I say what I think, the system does stink\n  Money you walk, you short, you're writin' from the klink\n  Come on, what's up, you know the laws are full of bull\n  Prey on the lame, release those with pull\n  Power! I know you wanta try it\n  Well check out money can buy it\n  Control and mold the world to do your wishin'\n  The knowledge of power is mine, so just listen\n  Money controls the world and that's it\n  And once you got it, then you can talk shit\n  Power\n\n  You have the power\n\n  Power\n\n  You have the power\n\n  I got the power\n"},{"id":17705647,"name":"Power","trackName":"Power","artistName":"Ice-T","albumName":"Greatest Hits","duration":267.964082,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm livin' large as possible, posse unstoppable\nStyle topical, vividly optical\nListen, you'll see'em sometimes I'll be'em\nCops, critics and punks, necer ever wanta see me in POWER\nWell, that's too bad, Apocalypse Now I'm back and I'm mad\nWe're comin', you're runnin' cold and cunning\nIce-T on the mic, TopGunning\nAfter your neck, checkin' respect, makin' you sweat\nRhyme Syndicate boy in effect\nThe rap motivator, teacher, talker, night rhyme stalker\nWords thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author\nGettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none\nRHYME PAYS was the name of the album\nBut that was number one, this is the number two\nThe posse grew, we're gonna break through\n\nPower\n\nSomebody line up the suckers who refuse to recognize the truth\nTie up the punks who refuse to understand the youth\nMy posse's growin' and it's gettin' larger every day\nDetroit, Chi-Town, Pittsburgh, Houston, L.A.\nCome on, come on, come on, toys, let's play\nCircle the calendar, perpetrator doomsday\nICE T fool man of my own full grown\nI cause havoc when I speak upon the microphone\nI'm outspoken, no jokin', get in my face your jaw will get broken\nLayin' it, sayin' it, then you're playing it\nLyrics so heavy that you might try weighin' it\nHated by many but I hate'em back\nLoved by troopers who know where it's at\nYou might like me, might think I'm wack\nBut don't step to me 'cause the boy stays strapped\nI'm taking no shorts, hatin' the courts, hatin' the judges\nPunk DA's with their personal grudges\nI hate the clubs that think with their butts\nNo hats, no jeans, no sneakers, no what?\nNo beepers, no gold? Yo kiss my ass\nWe'll wait and see who gets the last laugh\nWe'll have the power\n\nPower Power it starts with P like pussy\nShe knows she's got it, she doesn't worry, does she?\nSpendin' your cash, leavin' you in the trash\nWhile your little head's thinkin', they're gone in a dash\nThey got it, know it, that's why they show it\nThe power of sex, if man could overthrow it\nHe'd be king in a day, no way.We get rich, hard, give it away\nWe're weak and as we speak, the girls are hawkin'\nSizin' me up straight out as I'm talkin'\nBut you gotta have control if you want the gold\nI don't wanta be alone like Stallone\nSo I keep my mind thinkin' 'bout the green\nAnd stop dwellin' on the in-between\nI got the power\n\nPower\n\nI'm on a mission mackin' hard as a hammer\nTake my picture, I might take your camera\nMy posse might move, and they move fast\nA fool's move could be a punk's last\nAin't no criminal although I used to be\nAin't no new jack rappin' ain't new to me\nI been makin' records on wax since 1982\nNow it's 1988 finally I'm coming through\nThat adds up to six years of makin' ok jams, but now I'm mad\nHere comes the body slam\nTurnin' out concerts, house'n the industry\nLovin' all the fly girls screamin' for ICE T\nRollin' with the Syndicate my unstoppable battalion\n38 Solid gold my medalion\nGainin' velocity, momentum and energy\nICE Capital T\nI got the power\n\nPower\n\nSo you say that I'm a fake think, you really must be a fool\nI been to jail more times than you have probably been in school\nShot at, shot back, hit, and seen my buddies killed\nThat's the foundation upon the raps of ICE-T are built\nI say what I think, the system does stink\nMoney you walk, you short, you're writin' from the klink\nCome on, what's up, you know the laws are full of bull\nPrey on the lame, release those with pull\nPower! I know you wanta try it\nWell check out money can buy it\nControl and mold the world to do your wishin'\nThe knowledge of power is mine, so just listen\nMoney controls the world and that's it\nAnd once you got it, then you can talk shit\nPower\n\nYou have the power\n\nPower\n\nYou have the power\n\nI got the power(fade out)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Power\n  artist: Ice-T\n  album: Greatest Hits\n  duration_ms: 267964\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm livin' large as possible, posse unstoppable\n  Style topical, vividly optical\n  Listen, you'll see'em sometimes I'll be'em\n  Cops, critics and punks, necer ever wanta see me in POWER\n  Well, that's too bad, Apocalypse Now I'm back and I'm mad\n  We're comin', you're runnin' cold and cunning\n  Ice-T on the mic, TopGunning\n  After your neck, checkin' respect, makin' you sweat\n  Rhyme Syndicate boy in effect\n  The rap motivator, teacher, talker, night rhyme stalker\n  Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author\n  Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none\n  RHYME PAYS was the name of the album\n  But that was number one, this is the number two\n  The posse grew, we're gonna break through\n\n  Power\n\n  Somebody line up the suckers who refuse to recognize the truth\n  Tie up the punks who refuse to understand the youth\n  My posse's growin' and it's gettin' larger every day\n  Detroit, Chi-Town, Pittsburgh, Houston, L.A.\n  Come on, come on, come on, toys, let's play\n  Circle the calendar, perpetrator doomsday\n  ICE T fool man of my own full grown\n  I cause havoc when I speak upon the microphone\n  I'm outspoken, no jokin', get in my face your jaw will get broken\n  Layin' it, sayin' it, then you're playing it\n  Lyrics so heavy that you might try weighin' it\n  Hated by many but I hate'em back\n  Loved by troopers who know where it's at\n  You might like me, might think I'm wack\n  But don't step to me 'cause the boy stays strapped\n  I'm taking no shorts, hatin' the courts, hatin' the judges\n  Punk DA's with their personal grudges\n  I hate the clubs that think with their butts\n  No hats, no jeans, no sneakers, no what?\n  No beepers, no gold? Yo kiss my ass\n  We'll wait and see who gets the last laugh\n  We'll have the power\n\n  Power Power it starts with P like pussy\n  She knows she's got it, she doesn't worry, does she?\n  Spendin' your cash, leavin' you in the trash\n  While your little head's thinkin', they're gone in a dash\n  They got it, know it, that's why they show it\n  The power of sex, if man could overthrow it\n  He'd be king in a day, no way.We get rich, hard, give it away\n  We're weak and as we speak, the girls are hawkin'\n  Sizin' me up straight out as I'm talkin'\n  But you gotta have control if you want the gold\n  I don't wanta be alone like Stallone\n  So I keep my mind thinkin' 'bout the green\n  And stop dwellin' on the in-between\n  I got the power\n\n  Power\n\n  I'm on a mission mackin' hard as a hammer\n  Take my picture, I might take your camera\n  My posse might move, and they move fast\n  A fool's move could be a punk's last\n  Ain't no criminal although I used to be\n  Ain't no new jack rappin' ain't new to me\n  I been makin' records on wax since 1982\n  Now it's 1988 finally I'm coming through\n  That adds up to six years of makin' ok jams, but now I'm mad\n  Here comes the body slam\n  Turnin' out concerts, house'n the industry\n  Lovin' all the fly girls screamin' for ICE T\n  Rollin' with the Syndicate my unstoppable battalion\n  38 Solid gold my medalion\n  Gainin' velocity, momentum and energy\n  ICE Capital T\n  I got the power\n\n  Power\n\n  So you say that I'm a fake think, you really must be a fool\n  I been to jail more times than you have probably been in school\n  Shot at, shot back, hit, and seen my buddies killed\n  That's the foundation upon the raps of ICE-T are built\n  I say what I think, the system does stink\n  Money you walk, you short, you're writin' from the klink\n  Come on, what's up, you know the laws are full of bull\n  Prey on the lame, release those with pull\n  Power! I know you wanta try it\n  Well check out money can buy it\n  Control and mold the world to do your wishin'\n  The knowledge of power is mine, so just listen\n  Money controls the world and that's it\n  And once you got it, then you can talk shit\n  Power\n\n  You have the power\n\n  Power\n\n  You have the power\n\n  I got the power(fade out)\n"},{"id":15103188,"name":"Power","trackName":"Power","artistName":"Ice-T","albumName":"Greatest Hits: The Evidence","duration":265.560094,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm livin' large as possible, posse unstoppable\nStyle topical, vividly optical\nListen, you'll see'em sometimes I'll be'em\nCops, critics and punks, necer ever wanta see me in POWER\nWell, that's too bad, Apocalypse Now I'm back and I'm mad\nWe're comin', you're runnin' cold and cunning\nIce-T on the mic, TopGunning\nAfter your neck, checkin' respect, makin' you sweat\nRhyme Syndicate boy in effect\nThe rap motivator, teacher, talker, night rhyme stalker\nWords thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author\nGettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none\nRHYME PAYS was the name of the album\nBut that was number one, this is the number two\nThe posse grew, we're gonna break through\n\nPower\n\nSomebody line up the suckers who refuse to recognize the truth\nTie up the punks who refuse to understand the youth\nMy posse's growin' and it's gettin' larger every day\nDetroit, Chi-Town, Pittsburgh, Houston, L.A.\nCome on, come on, come on, toys, let's play\nCircle the calendar, perpetrator doomsday\nICE T fool man of my own full grown\nI cause havoc when I speak upon the microphone\nI'm outspoken, no jokin', get in my face your jaw will get broken\nLayin' it, sayin' it, then you're playing it\nLyrics so heavy that you might try weighin' it\nHated by many but I hate'em back\nLoved by troopers who know where it's at\nYou might like me, might think I'm wack\nBut don't step to me 'cause the boy stays strapped\nI'm taking no shorts, hatin' the courts, hatin' the judges\nPunk DA's with their personal grudges\nI hate the clubs that think with their butts\nNo hats, no jeans, no sneakers, no what?\nNo beepers, no gold? Yo kiss my ass\nWe'll wait and see who gets the last laugh\nWe'll have the power\n\nPower Power it starts with P like pussy\nShe knows she's got it, she doesn't worry, does she?\nSpendin' your cash, leavin' you in the trash\nWhile your little head's thinkin', they're gone in a dash\nThey got it, know it, that's why they show it\nThe power of sex, if man could overthrow it\nHe'd be king in a day, no way.We get rich, hard, give it away\nWe're weak and as we speak, the girls are hawkin'\nSizin' me up straight out as I'm talkin'\nBut you gotta have control if you want the gold\nI don't wanta be alone like Stallone\nSo I keep my mind thinkin' 'bout the green\nAnd stop dwellin' on the in-between\nI got the power\n\nPower\n\nI'm on a mission mackin' hard as a hammer\nTake my picture, I might take your camera\nMy posse might move, and they move fast\nA fool's move could be a punk's last\nAin't no criminal although I used to be\nAin't no new jack rappin' ain't new to me\nI been makin' records on wax since 1982\nNow it's 1988 finally I'm coming through\nThat adds up to six years of makin' ok jams, but now I'm mad\nHere comes the body slam\nTurnin' out concerts, house'n the industry\nLovin' all the fly girls screamin' for ICE T\nRollin' with the Syndicate my unstoppable battalion\n38 Solid gold my medalion\nGainin' velocity, momentum and energy\nICE Capital T\nI got the power\n\nPower\n\nSo you say that I'm a fake think, you really must be a fool\nI been to jail more times than you have probably been in school\nShot at, shot back, hit, and seen my buddies killed\nThat's the foundation upon the raps of ICE-T are built\nI say what I think, the system does stink\nMoney you walk, you short, you're writin' from the klink\nCome on, what's up, you know the laws are full of bull\nPrey on the lame, release those with pull\nPower! I know you wanta try it\nWell check out money can buy it\nControl and mold the world to do your wishin'\nThe knowledge of power is mine, so just listen\nMoney controls the world and that's it\nAnd once you got it, then you can talk shit\nPower\n\nYou have the power\n\nPower\n\nYou have the power\n\nI got the power(fade out)","syncedLyrics":"[00:24.66] I'm livin' large as possible, posse unstoppable\n[00:27.36] Style topical, vividly optical\n[00:29.19] Listen, you'll see'em sometimes I'll be'em\n[00:31.92] Cops, critics and punks, necer ever wanta see me in POWER\n[00:34.68] Well, that's too bad, Apocalypse Now I'm back and I'm mad\n[00:38.28] We're comin', you're runnin' cold and cunning\n[00:40.06] Ice-T on the mic, TopGunning\n[00:42.73] After your neck, checkin' respect, makin' you sweat\n[00:44.53] Rhyme Syndicate boy in effect\n[00:46.44] The rap motivator, teacher, talker, night rhyme stalker\n[00:48.27] Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author\n[00:50.95] Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none\n[00:53.69] RHYME PAYS was the name of the album\n[00:55.48] But that was number one, this is the number two\n[00:57.23] The posse grew, we're gonna break through\n[01:03.46] Power\n[01:07.10] Somebody line up the suckers who refuse to recognize the truth\n[01:10.78] Tie up the punks who refuse to understand the youth\n[01:12.58] My posse's growin' and it's gettin' larger every day\n[01:14.31] Detroit, Chi-Town, Pittsburgh, Houston, L.A.\n[01:16.17] Come on, come on, come on, toys, let's play\n[01:18.70] Circle the calendar, perpetrator doomsday\n[01:20.55] ICE T fool man of my own full grown\n[01:23.24] I cause havoc when I speak upon the microphone\n[01:25.05] I'm outspoken, no jokin', get in my face your jaw will get broken\n[01:28.77] Layin' it, sayin' it, then you're playing it\n[01:31.47] Lyrics so heavy that you might try weighin' it\n[01:33.24] Hated by many but I hate'em back\n[01:35.07] Loved by troopers who know where it's at\n[01:37.77] You might like me, might think I'm wack\n[01:39.58] But don't step to me 'cause the boy stays strapped\n[01:42.33] I'm taking no shorts, hatin' the courts, hatin' the judges\n[01:44.23] Punk DA's with their personal grudges\n[01:46.08] I hate the clubs that think with their butts\n[01:47.86] No hats, no jeans, no sneakers, no what?\n[01:50.52] No beepers, no gold? 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