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Breaking & Entering (Rap)
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Ice-T
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Hip-hoppin' is the thing that's in It's where the stone-cold nitro parties begin So listen party people with the ear to the street The college professors and the social elite To the fly young guys and the pretty girls Ice-T is gonna tell you 'bout the hip-hop world Hip-hoppin' is a way of life With graffiti and rappin' on the mic As the records scratch to the break of beat A-hip-hop is sounds of the street Hip-hop has been around a while With the serious funk, the disco style A record scratch, a simple rap A breakеr spinnin' on his back Hip-hop's where it's at Now I'mma break it down for all of you Who'vе never seen a hip-hop crew The gangster cuts of cold DJs Shockin' and rockin' 'til the break of day Or the master arts of the graffiti man Expressin' himself with his spray can Yo people, what's it gonna be? Hip-hop is makin' history Now a hip-hop club is not a disco It's a record-cuttin', cold-crushin' rappin' show Like New York's Roxy, L.A.'s Radio The DJs keep you at a peak and on the go No three-piece suits allowed inside T-shirts, tennis shoes, loosely tied You hear scratchin' turntables across the floor And DJs spin on two and sometimes four Like this... And you don't quit, like that Hip-hop's where it's at So when you listen to the music by your radio DJ And listen to the rappers on the records that they play And check out the graffiti that turns ghettos into art Or watch the kids who dance on the street and in the park We hope it's time you realize hip-hoppin' is the way To find true peace in city streets in this cold world today Let's dance, not fight, and all unite, just turn the box up loud To the funky beat, on any street you'll find that hip-hop crowd 'Cause i'm [?] MC, my name's Ice-T When the doctor spanked my butt it was on the beat Blessed by the DJs up above I got two deliveries [?] every day Rap in my bottle when they took my mic away I rap n my wago, my bike, my [?] on any sucker that I didn't like When i rap on the mic and get on the beat Girls jump in front of cars rolling down the street once or twice, as a sacrifice To the love of the player who's cold as ice When i die, y'all, I wanna be Pressed into a twelve-inch thirty-three And given toa DJ who can't be lazy Scratching cuts 'til the freaks go crazy Every night when I lay down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep If i should die before I wake Please send me where they scratch and break
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