This album is dedicated to Rhyme Syndicate
They hear my records before they're made
When they're just on paper, when they're demos laid
At 6 AM when the cops run their raid
And we don't worry about suckas 'cause they will get sprayed
Peace

Yo, man, that Ice-T is a bad motherfucker, man
That's the dope album, man, Rhyme Pays, man
Play that record again, man, that's the stupid stuff, man
Turn the tape over
(Yo, homeboy, I got the new Ice-T tape)
Naw man, you ain't got it, man
(Yo, I got the Power tape)
How you got that tape, man? It ain't even out yet
(Look at the girl on the cover, homeboy)
Hey man, gimme, what this—, yo man, gimme that tape
Man, what's up—

Aw man, I didn't
Aw man, I shot homeboy, I didn't mean to do that
Word yo, he's bleeding and shit
Aw man, that's fucked up
I better call the paramedics, man
Damn, yeah, I better call the pa—
Well, yeah, well
Let me see what this tape sounds like first