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A child was born in the east on day
Moved to the west coast after his parents passed away
Never understood his fascination with rhymes or beats
In poetry he was considered elite
Became a young gangster in the streets of l.a.
Lost connections with his true roots far away
But no matter the job or crime
He never lost his hard core obsession to rhyme
New york's hip hop movement broke loose
Dj's cut records,raps had the juice
Since busting rhymes was his natural thing
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 mc could survive
But he showed no mercy,he rapped blood thirsty
Battlin' from friday on to thursday
Never losin' a 'bout,never ending in doubt
Every confrontation k.o. knock out
On his never ending journey to the t.o.p.
The l.a. player m.c. ice-t

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* an exception was made because this song has actual lyrics 
 
A child was born in the east on day 
Moved to the west coast after his parents passed away 
Never understood his fascination with rhymes or beats 
In poetry he was considered elite 
Became a young gangster in the streets of l.a. 
Lost  connections with his true roots far away 
But no matter  the job or crime 
He never lost his hard core obsession to rhyme 
New york's hip hop movement broke loose 
Dj's cut records,raps had the juice 
Since busting rhymes was his natural thing 
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 mc could survive 
But he showed no mercy,he rapped blood thirsty 
Battlin' from friday on to thursday 
Never losin' a 'bout,never ending in doubt 
Every confrontation k.o. knock out 
On his never ending journey to the t.o.p. 
The l.a. player m.c. ice-t

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