Exodus
Yeah, This is Ice-TYou've just been listening to the Seventh Deadly SinTo me the Seventh Deadly Sin is hardcore rap
And I'm very proud to have been a part of that throughout the yearsI'd like to send peace out to all my homeboys that kept it real
And love to all my niggas that have died out hereIn this bullshit that we call the streetsYou know? What can I say? Hip Hops been good to a niggaI got mad love for the East coast, West coast, North and SouthI got my niggas The Top Guns here
We gonna sign this one off like this:My life's been a great story in the ultimate war
Should I ill or do right? Make peace or go raw?I can't explain the true penalties of fame and the wealthTell me who can I trust? I can't trust myself
Got the devil got me thinking 'bout them ill movesEvery damn kid on the street, they got something to provePush a bullet through my heart, why not? That's a start
They could push their reps quicker, kill a well known niggaAnd if you say you're going to kill me, should I blast you first?Being black is kinda like being born with a curseDo or Die, that's the code of the streets I didn't inventNiggas sketch my life out with malicious intent
My skin color's got me trapped in a never ending ghettoI move to the hills, but I can never let go
The gun shots and the homicides just don't stop
And just because I came up, I can always dropYo.. we come prepared for guerilla warfareNever scared soldiers to the heartAnd hose them body parts with the hardwear
You spark a dun with Bizzaro or sequel
When you catch a link on the wings of this desert eagleFlappin, we splittin caps friendremember when niggas would shoot jointsNow niggas be wildin' placing hollow points
Cause in this rat race, shit be moving at a murderous paceMad sons got slugs to the face, OG packs kilosOver sore losers and cilo, prepare like a scoutI hold the burner on the deloIn this age of idolatry, mad niggas worship u vanity
If Five ?? you nigga maintain humanity - insanityHope you see the light like the prism's true colors
Only a few remain brothers, fuck the others
In this cold world the war that's controlled by the triggerRevelation or the scripture got to be that live niggaSo if niggas want to bite the sound like TysonDeck him in the left eye, murder sit down like ryersonYou wanna dis, don't even try sonHey yo, Pizzone I'm the prodigy you need to keep ya eyes onYo who the don, who plays it all night long?50 mill strong, Handle like napalm. Word is bondWho get it on when it's time to drop a bomb?Sadq keep it cool and calm with the niapalmDroppin emcee's to their knees and make them pie straightDust and take and serve niggas on my hot plateSo cats who got beef, we can take it to the streetsCause shit these niggas talk to the grave with they teethIt's time to meet your maker step into the new millenniumI analyze data like intel PentiumSo follow me, I blame sovereignty for God we bustTop Gun, move bright, smooth as Ice, sex and dustAnte up the goods, Top Gun Ice-T in your neck of the woodsI'm 15 blocks deep in the foreign neighborhoodStreet of my styles, no smiles, trying to gun down the golden child
Still on trial for my old endeavors
Cold weather got catched trying to buck wholes in my fucking sweaterNiggas is soft like butter, leathers and feltTime to heat it up and melt
Felt the welts from brass belt buckles to brass knucklesKill all the jokes and chuckles let's all get togetherMy fam stay thick togetherTrick off and lick off together
No matter the weather
Lets ease on down to the bow and to the bricksWhen I start to squeeze, I won't ease off a bitWon't be no teams up in here with no clashesJust bunk mile sleds boot shines up in the massesLife got no guarantees, I'm looking for the long leaseWhen I'm in LA, it ain't hard to find me21st floor eating shrimp at Belonte's
Every time you see me I'm connected to a dime pieceI check your styles, although you rhyme quickerNo matter what you do, I'll always lace mine thickerJealousy will make a fool die quicker than liquorWatch your back with your niggasCause that's right where they'll stick yaYou see me in the club jeweled up, all aloneI give love to my homies, then I bounce the fuck homeBodyguards are something that I just don't do
Cause if I'm after you black, I'm gonna clap them too
Money makes all my homies look brand newI don't fuck with the fakes, I make moves with the trueIce baby chopping that real, thought you knewI might sound hard, but nigga I can die tooCause I'm as real as you
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