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ice-t - breaking & entering (rap) lyrics

[verse 1]
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

[verse 2]
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

[verse 3]
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
[verse 4]
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

[verse 5]
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

[verse 6]
’cause i’m [?] mc, my name’s ice+t
when the doctor spanked my b+tt 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

- ice t lyrics

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