people it s time for the ice crush so listen to my words i bring much sense as i commence my intense your telephoto break out your big lens look check out the sales charts my record s kickin i m breakin p d s hearts they banned me from their shows because they said i m too hard but no sell out i guess i m just barred i ain t changin mine for nobody they bleeped words from doug s la di da di i can t get a bleep what s the deal maybe my words are just too real it s not profanity it s just the man in me he doesn t want you to see what i see doesn t want you to be what you can be word censorship of reality radio suckers never play me suckers don t but some do the real troopers bring the ice to you and close friends to me yea public enemy these stations have high intellect they don t pretend to be too bourgeois to rock a jam raw understand what i m sayin they re down by law they play the jams that are right sometimes not polite they realize you gotta get some people uptight speak the word your voice will definitely be heard lie to yourself you re destined to be to the curb some stations don t care they ll never put on the air nothin but commercial junk their brain power s impaired they don t listen or try to hear what i write maybe just think once or try some school at night they re makin radio wack people have to escape but even if i m banned i ll sell a million tapes  radio suckers never play me i make records for music not for the money to some of you that might sound funny but i ain t broke and i don t joke and my are known to make ears smoke clear as a gun scope i speak the pure dope can the radio handle the truth nope uncut no edits no censors you can get a plastic rapper from any ol dispenser a penny a yard to make a record ain t hard but to make it mean something that s a job but then we do it they refuse it so i tell them duck suckers to cold go screw it we shouldn t sell out we should just yell out and get them wack motherfuckers the hell out radio suckers never play me cruisin down the street what do i see crash task force l a p d gangs illin wildin and killin hustlers on a roll like they got a million girls on the strap and you know that you know the guys will stop wildin if you stop that crap but you can t you want money so bad you ll jock anything with the gucci tag you gotta have it so the men go get it robbin and stealin soon to regret it livin in a jail cell feelin like a dumbbell while you jump the next jock well that s reality that s what i see nobody says that you got to agree censorship that ain t the way to be i thought you said this country was free radio suckers never play me tone it down is what they say to me the fcc will not allow profanity your subject matter s too hard make a love song you better get real come on i ain t no lover i m a fighter hardcore radical rap rhyme writer pushin the button e does the cuttin everything i say amounts to something more than a single rap i m too deep for that i lay my with logic press the wax play it on your tape deck feel the effect if you can t take the heat eject but i know you can cause you re an ice t fan no sell outs here my man radio 