Letra Intro de Ice-t original

Thanks to jhsantos@sol.com.br for these lyrics. Moved to the West coast after his parents passed away A child was born in the East one day In poetry he was considered elite Never understood his fascination with rhymes or beats Lost connections with his true roots far away But no matter the job or crime Became a young gangster in the streets of L.A. New York's hip hop movement broke loose He never lost his hardcore obsession to rhyme Since busting rhymes was his natural thing DJ's cut records, raps had the juice He was crowned the west coast MC king But after his inauguration there was a rush Of wack rappers with one intention to crush This master rapper and take his throne A simple job,he had no crew, he stood all alone Assassins came in groups of one through five With raps no mortal MC could survive Never losin a bout, never ending in doubt But he showed no mercy, he rapped blood thirsty On his never ending journey to the T.O.P. Battling from Friday on through to Thursday Every confrontation K.O. knock out The L.A. player M.C. ICE-T