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I'm 43 and I still hold this album as one of the best ever! front to back impressive lyrics 👌

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(Ice-T) Know what I need right now? I need a bitch to suck my dick And just leave and not say shit Do what she supposed to do Ice the Oscillator, Nextel Motorola, skypager 12 gauger, pimp ya bitch out major, major Fade ya while you're budded I'm flooded IC Pov-aid out You're rhyme's played out, your wife stayed out Fuckin' duckin' niggas like me the P-I-M-P, Ice the T Smack your bitch until the motherfuckin' year 2G History's been written half my fuckin' shits been bitten So I, reintroduce another loop in the noose There's more freak to fuck, but I ain't fuckin' no more I make a high-class bitch, into a low price ho Really doe, oscillation is whore orchestration art of war Baby strap it on and hit that nigga raw Let him know, you's a freak but he's a fuckin' ho Then report to a pimp, hit my pager, triple-O Don't lose your flow, meet me in the Denny's, in the back row Eatin' grand slams bitch like I give a damn, mo' freaks Second thought, what I really need right now Is a bitch to come over here and let me go up In her motherfuckin' asshole, raw dog style, yeah Bust nuts all on her butt cheeks (CHORUS) Now we switch the penal code, mo freakmode Super semen unload, and run that bitch-ass like bar codes Then we switch the penal code, mo freakmode Super semen unload, and run that bitch-ass like bar codes "Y'all niggas ain't shit, fuck you niggas, analog brothers, fuck y'all" (Kool Keith) Maxin' in the splash jacuzzi analog man with bathrobes Sniffin' 8 grams a coke up my nose With Calvin Klein boxer shorts, watchin' wide world of sports With no remorse Usin' Ivory soap in the back of the century club Jerkin off mode, slash naked service Watchin' G strings at one of the Minnesota Twins birthday party Why should I run hardy with a female with a wig combed back Ejactulatin' 112, while I pull 3 packs of condoms off the shelf With my finger stuck up in the girls butt That look like Mary J. pretty ass hole On the tour bus, followin' Dru Hill With some fine bitches takin' birth control pills Room in the Radisson hotel with Jennifer Lopez With thongs, swingin' my fuckin' doorbell With her hair, ass showin' Anal penetration dark spot in the back with lights in the front Of my cock, hit the guest list from the side With fallopian tubes showin' access, from the side Venereal protector automatic selector Verbal butt taster with vanilla flavor Between Lisa Ray's butt cheeks, astronomical Kodak flashes Showin' ya girlfriends with dark brown chocolate tight asses Keith Korg, stucked your girlfriend in the back of the ass crack You's the diaper with a service sword That's right, got arrested for indecent exposure Walkin' in the morgue, now they sent her with a dog strap (CHORUS) "Fuck them analog niggas, them niggas had me and my girls Come over there to dance, them niggas didn't have no money All they wanted to do is fuck, them niggas ain't shit Them niggas is broke, fuck them niggas, them niggas is bitches" (Mark Moog) Sexed out psycho sections with the head work Prissy blondes get they shit work Sex offenders who remember masturbation cold in the winter Street corner pervert, get ya swallow off they shoe missiles in they mouth Till they coughin', nobody's smellin' who's fuckin' them Nicco sweets Silk sheets Moog mentality, put the dick in your bitch violently Late night playa missions strip club stealth position Hotel suites be dark, used condoms in the bathroom park I'mma freak ya mama don't know what happened after midnight Soundly gonna blow right, mentally in a back door, Hollywood flip you Now you're a whore, headward blooded out perverted still comin' out Alley ways, back stairways bitches tied up, sized up, police follow me Analog lead ya girl bikini collections dangerous erections Find me in the triple X fuckin' section 1, 2 I'm in the strip club with a condom on my dick (CHORUS) Analog brothers, 99 and then some More freaks More freaks

[Mark Moog] 2005, ready to go Mark Moog, Keith Korg, Silver Synth Analog explosion move rattle brains in midrange All dirt production, global disasters felt universal 2005 no rehearsal, low frequencies hurt you Levels beyond normal new star cruisers Veteran battleships, Mark Moog battle sick Handle your trinity fine to infinity we at it again Choke you out, battle again Mothra, rocket launcher entourage Figure out the level we on They've lost in an overspace cross I split your face, ghetto funk Finger trouble funk, rollin XJ3P underground evil funk Get ready, genocidal airwaves Terrified from the airplay, one two Analog [Chorus: Odd Oberheim] 2005, level no drive, comin to raise Step in the new days of death waves Comin to raise 2005, level of live Comin to raise step in the new ways of death rays Comin in waves [Keith Korg] Keith Korg, vocal booth kingpin Wipe your lyrics off on a napkin With an action packed thrust, turbo boost get loose Face crews like a bull fighter Makin a freebase smoker put out his cigarette lighter Green man, see me pushin a black Cadillac With Darth Vader and R2-D2 drivin a Fleetwood Brougham Through a Wendy's drivethrough, orderin spicy chicken With Christmas bags with easy pickings, with Captain Kirk shirts Watchin MC's move like robots with platinum jewels on And tight mini-skirts, Xerox copy duplicate man X Let's dead man flex, open distance disconnect Answering machines, operation evacuation stayin with a green me Coat with a fedora gray Kangol, sippin out a can {?} With Magilla Gorilla, drivin a red Jeep Durango Sound system plush, with Space Ghost in the back lightin my joint Angel dust, bumpin Cold Crush and Linda Ronstadt Watchin the cat breakdance on the doormat Doberman Pinschers do the electric boogie at the bus stop Sellin these kegs 'til the one stops Bark of your mouth from the Vicks cough drops Magnum plus, bust bust bust, bust bust [Chorus: Odd Oberheim] Two thousand and five the level of live is raised Step in the new ways of death rays, comin to blaze Two thousand and five the level of live is raised Step in the new ways of death rays, comin in waves [Silver Synth] By hypothesis official oral homicide I'm rockin this Surgically infectious type unconsciousness, I drop a logic bomb Hideous to the intellect-less Eviscerating precision encisions as a forensic Eviscerating abstractness by circumstance, my megahurt verse advance Razor knife sharp through your orifice Like pseudonyms exploit, I dispose in violation Then cloak and dagger, to the ceiling in your fantasy Choked off the verbal dispatch, inhale the herbal through the face plate Plus the larynx hatch, extensive Effective, eviscerating, virtual potential to the uppermost we coast Brightly, with industry autopsies that slightly splinter Methodically slash, achilles tendon we bash bass platoons And butched buffoons, then photograph a dozen whispers Particular plasma, gettin soaked, we structure the obscure circumstances At a slope then vehicle the progress, and Scorch the bureaucratics while we torch interpalms on microphones We the studio {?} utility species discoputer Sil Synth [Odd Oberheim] Two thousand and five, comin in live, level is raised To fit the new ways of death rays, comin to raise Two thousand and five the level of live has been raised Step in the new ways of death rays, comin in waves I grab any lightning rod and transport to rock odd The year VMX double-oh-thousand hot rod Clog up your intestines with the flower snakes And grab your Nag Champa, the girls are ready to quake She says you're weirder than a Doctor Who marathon I tell her to hush, the year's 2005 and beyond Golden dia-monds, flyin high like Icarus With wings that get so high you just might miss this Can you understand the level of comprehension I'm talkin whips made out of titanium 2005 the level of live, no sound tones Destroyin death moons, walkin over the Gods of hip-hop's large I'm feelin blessed with the witness to original Amarettos Sippin on top of high levels It's 2005, the level of live has been raised To fit the new waves of death rays Comin in waves, it's 2005, the level of live is raised To fit the new ways of death rays comin in waves Two thousand and FIVE TWO, THOUSAND, AND, FIVE!! Two thousand and FIVE.. Two thousand and FIIIIIIIIIIVE......

[Kool Keith] Yeah man, I just got home man... yeah I was on tour with Prince and them I did 32 shows with James Brown Madonna just got home too, we all just got off tour We have three buses, followin' each other Yeah... Ah Flamboyant status, Don Cornelious called me up on Soul Train Lavish livin' with diamonds... limo service Big Continental Lincoln bringin' me to LAX Fans by the millions, catrillions Tickets sold about two million At the Great Western Forum I had somethin' for 'em Headlinin' over Toto and 702, Lil' Kim and Foxy Openin' up for the big rock star with a hot car On stage like the Shilights, legendary with bright lights Signin' autographs for the Warner Brothers and the Def Jam staff Sooped up to the max with a platinum Brahmin, fog lights Excitin', girls scream for me like Elvis I'm all shook up with the hook up 32 shows in the United States booked up European tours, walkin' in gold hotels with marble floors Private jets, Michael Jordan my plane is startin' to boardin' Bank of America, versatile, make the teller smile Cashin' four hundred thousand dollar checks To buy a boa constrictor to sit around my neck Travel with sound crew thats comin' from SoundView Keith Korg, last name Burtman, don't wanna hurt men While managers walk out we jerk men I move up with thrust, that's right... I'm out there [Chorus] Yeah, you know when I was a kid, my mama used to tell me.. Don't be So Bad, don't be So Bad, don't be So Bad When I was a kid, my mama used to tell me.. Don't you be So Bad, don't be So Bad, don't be So Bad [Silver Synth] Silv Synth, the slickest lane struck with this Famous frame, plus I mack a million, chameleon Identity switch pitch, never re-glitching, gamin' on 'em Top models I'm gainin' on 'em Trainin' 'em to have me nuttin' solid as titanium Wasn't frontin' when I started slangin' 'em I mean, I put 'em on, with the need to alc 'em on, now I'm spawnin' 'em A new breed of poontang and now I'm flauntin' 'em On the boulevard hard, touch my girl get scarred This pimp thang - got me holdin' heat and everythang Pushin' Ferrari's, kitted out, small diamonds - fit 'em out Rocked up and head swoll, though I couldn't get locked up On a roll, if it wasn't a Silver thang it'd be gold I'm up now, but wish I took ear to what I was told (Blaow, blaow, blaow!) [Chorus] [Kool Keith] A.J. Lester, slacks with Stetson's, holdin' down the fort Ridin' up the Westside Highway with a European model Drivin' a frost white Cadillac El Daradoe With an African-Asian from Zimbabwe, I'm doin' it my way With a strip club I own in a 914 zone Back from Detroit, excalibur with the fish tail My personal chauffeur named Ismael Pullin' long haul - Bringin' 20 pairs of sneakers I bought from the Fox Hills Mall World tour, supported by Budweiser for the best man, talkin' to a Sennheiser Commercials on Channel 2 with girls from Spain, Lampin, and Peru Callin' my man from Alaska named Tom who live in a igloo Cellular phone from J&J, livin' day to day Shoppin' bags on 5th Avenue with a dark black Maxi With BET on the phone, my room is chrome Pearl bathroom by the glass room Much cubic space livin' on Payton Place [Chorus]

[instrumental and Spanish speaking for 19 seconds] [Keith Korg] Astro Jetman, flight attendant, American Airlines DC-10 with engine built to my back again Fly over 101 freeway, run like Flash on speedways Human-made man machine move like Jim Kelly with Afrosheen Green Bay ninja green with technical electric feedback Twist your kneecaps back Automated robot flex skills like an Autobot Transform, get warm, get strong, turn long Activate break shake material Bang on doors like Enoch, crush kill destroy a block Dr. Smith, Will Robinson, head-bobbinson, attack the opposite Alternate, demonstrate, throw {?} at tanks, swing like the Yanks Metaphorical historical Telex raiser Wearin a glow in the dark blazer Megaphotek, at coat check [- unknown -] Survival of the business, ese puedo Don't understand this world, todo mundo se {?} por esto Mi mido, blow diablos that echo Ready to claim, under disguise, no se {?} No shame, no consequences or {?} To leave us underground, we're not inhuman {?} Que es esto, no me importa no more, no tengo llego So en {?} para yo, listo por en muerto I live again, {?} nuevo Lejo's the key, surrounded by {?} buenos Espe sueno my dream, true desperado Analog hermano, un punto {?} ano [Ice Oscillator] Do not attempt to switch the frequencies, creep with these Analog assassins, blastin and laughin at ya Catch you with the one-two, the cruelest dude less who dis Ice-al-Oscillator Master weaponest, deadliest, linguist Got you locked in, your car blocked in, now you sit scared as shit As I, jump in the next level Warp double-oh-6 slash crucifix inverted, you heard it Ten thousand MC's murdered, not enough, all my films are snuff Sound scans directly connected to our database Interlates with microwave deep tissue scans, oscillation Inconsiderate, no love for the illiterate, non analog bullshit Delete, edit, disc discs heads crash, dragged to trash [Silver Synth] Enemies on my coffin list, off to holocause with this Molotov and blow the surface off the microchips, blastoff Unlimited tech the masterpiece, the prophecy, disaster brings Math to this, path of aftershock and calculus Imagine the 7th magic powerless, could time ever be hourless? Sil Synth the synthesizer arrive and crack flicks Smack with backhand 'til backlash taps your ears backward Attack with, chilling artillery, frozen hollow tips You're killin me, willingly executing thrillingly It be total majestic techniques electronic dyslexic The sonic boom various slash slang Tomb Raiding, escaping Poeticism to rhythm like strange algorithm [- unknown -] Rumble in the Bronx, move Starks on distortion levels Dirt devils, enter the pressure cooker Heat seekin Lex Luger, move analog Shut down all contacts in competition annihilation, next stage elimination Crews we spacemen, face men, spare no men Back again, four or five times, 2005 Voltron hexagon Try your digital lexicon, we low on the meter Explode all speakers and soundmen, expert travellers drown men Altered states and earthquakes Global battleaxes, your brain collapses Anatomically mega, Sega sound systems Mentally bomb systems, kamikaze space missions [speaking Spanish before the beat rides out to fade]

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