Yeah,
this is Ice-T.
You've just been listening to the 7 Deadly Sin.
To me, the 7 Deadly Sin is hardcore rap.
And I'm very proud to have been a part of that
throughout the years.
I'd like to send peace out to all my homeboys
that kept it real.
And love to all my niggas that have died out here
in this bullshit we call the streets.
You know?
What can I say?
Hip-hop's been good to a nigga.
I got mad love for the East Coast,
West Coast,
North and South.
I got my niggas the top guns here.
We're gonna sign this one off like this.
My life's been a great story of the ultimate war.
Should I ill or do right?
Make peace or go raw?
I can't explain the true penalties of fame and of wealth.
Tell me who can I trust?
I can't trust myself.
God,
the devil got me thinking about them ill moves.
Every damn kid on the street,
they got something to prove.
Push a bullet through my heart, why not?
That's a start.
They can pump they reps quicker.
Kill a well-known nigga.
And if you say you're gonna kill me,
should I blast you first?
Being black's kinda like being born with a curse.
Do or die,
that's a code of the streets I didn't invent.
Niggas sketch my life out with malicious intent.
My skin killers got me trapped in a never-ending ghetto.
I moved to the hills, but I can never let go.
The gunshots and the homicides just don't stop.
And just because I came up, I can always drop.
We come prepared for guerrilla warfare.
Never scared.
Soldiers to the heart.
Can hold somebody's parts with our hardware.
Your squad get done without Masaga or Sequel.
When you catch a lift on the wings of this desert eagle,
flap it.
We splitting cats, friend.
Remember back when niggas would shoot joints?
Now niggas be wild and blazing hollow points.
Cause in this rap race,
* be moving at a murderous pace.
Mad sons got slugged to the face.
Over G-packs and kilos,
or a sore loser at C-low.
Prepare like a scout to hold the burner on the D-low.
In this age of idolatry,
mad niggas worship vanities.
You find fewer niggas maintain humanity and sanity.
Hope you see the light,
like your prism's true colors.
Only if you remain brothers, * the others.
In this cold world of war,
that's controlled by the trigger.
Revelation of the scripture,
got to be that mob nigga.
So if niggas want a bite to sound like Tyson,
zack him in the left eye.
Burn his * down like Rison.
You want a taste, don't even try, son.
And your pies on,
I'm the prize you need to keep your eyes on.
Yo, who the thorn?
Who blazing all night long?
50 mil strong, deadly like napalm.
Or is bomb?
Who get it on when it's time to drop a bomb?
Sadist, stay cool and calm with an iron palm.
Dropping them C's to the knees and make a pie straight.
Destined favor, niggas served on my hot plate.
So cats that got beef,
we can take to the street.
Cause *,
these niggas taught they dig in they grave with their teeth.
It's time to meet your maker,
step into the new millennium.
I analyze data like Intel, Pentium.
So follow me, I claim sovereignty.
Forgot we bust top guns, move right.
Smooth as ice, sex and dust.
Hand me up the goods.
Top gun, iced tea in your neck of the woods.
I'm 15 blocks deep in the foreign neighborhood.
Street up on styles, no smiles.
Trying to gun down the golden child.
Still on trial for my old endeavors.
Cold weather got cats trying to bark holes in my * sweater.
Niggas are soft like butter, leathers, and felt.
Time to heat it up and melt.
Feel the whelps from brass belt,
bunkers to brass knuckles.
Kill all the jokes and chuckles,
let's all get together.
My fam stay thick together.
Trick off and blick off together,
no matter the weather.
Let's ease on down to the road and shoot
the bricks.
When I start to squeeze, I want ease up a bit.
Won't be no teams up in here with no
clashes.
Just pork mouth sleds,
boots shined up in the masses.
Life got no guarantees, I'm looking
for the long lease.
When I'm in LA, it ain't hard to find me.
21st floor, eating shrimp up at Monty's.
Every time you see me,
I'm connected to a dime piece.
I check your size, although you rhyme quicker.
No matter what you do,
I'll always lace mine thicker.
Jealousy will make a fool die quicker than liquor.
Watch your back with your niggas,
because that's right where they'll stick you.
You see me in the club, drooled up all alone.
I give love to my homies,
then I bounce the * home.
Bodyguards are something that I just don't do.
Because if I'm after you black,
I'm going to clap them too.
Money makes my homies all look brand new.
I don't * with your face,
I make moves with the true.
Ice baby, chopping that real, thought you knew.
I might sound hard, but nigga, I can die too.
Because I'm as real as you.