Ice T – Power was the best gangsta rap album of 1988 that was filled with electro elements, funky bounce, soulful samples, and old school rap sounds. Now this album was an example of early gangsta rap from the late 1980s that glorifies violence but not drugs ironically. This album is a must have for any hip hop head or fans. Ice T – Power is a certified hood classic that is legendary. Songs such as I’m Your Pusher, Drama, Power, and High Rollers have quotable dialogue and lyrics.
I’m Your Pusher was the Curtis Mayfield inspired gangsta rap song that was underground hit in LA back in the late 1980s laced with funky bounce, soulful soul, and hardcore street savvy gangsta rap lyrics. Ice T explained how addictive his music was in a metaphorical manner throughout the song while criticizing drug use and selling at the same time. Ice T ain’t never lied. His dope hits the streets with no doubt.
Yo, you a fool. You don’t know what time it is out here on the streets. Messing up your mind. You know what I’m sayin’? This is Ice-T talkin’ to you, boy. He’ll tell you what time it is.
It’s time for him to pump the volume. No problem. The record’s revolving. Evil E’s the mixer and Ice T is the rap trickster. Paparazzi is on the bum rush for pictures. Ice is coolin’, yo. Colder than ever. Punk executioner Evil E will pull the lever and rotate the wax. Then cut and axe the tracks. Push up the levels until the red lights max. Don’t try to size up. You better wise up. Dope beats and lyrics. No beepers needed for this drug deal. Overall there are dope beats and lyrics on this song. No beepers needed.
The dope Ice T is selling is the not the kind/type of dope you don’t smoke, The dope Ice T is selling is the kind you feel. You don’t smoke this dope. He’s selling dope in each and every record store. He’s the kingpin when the wax spins. Crack or smack will take you to a sure end. You don’t need it. Just throw that stuff away. You wanna get high? Let the record play.
I know you’re loving this drug as it’s coming out your speaker. Bass through the bottoms. Highs thru the tweeters. But you don’t need a pipe for this base. Just a tempo to keep your hype. Groovin’ like he sees you doin’. Some stupid crack would just ruin your natural high. Why? That ain’t fly. And anyone who says it is full of lies. They’re lying. Now this jam is lit. It’s like the ultimate high. People high off dope but are still physically fit. Ice T is the biggest dope dealer in history from sellin’ dope beats, dope rhymes, and dope cuts. Because all the fly will be high off that Ice-T.
Ice T doesn’t play when it comes to his dope. He checks his lyrics close with a microscope. No he doesn’t clean them up with no Ivory soap. He leaves them hard and pure. Hoping that you can cope. Because you might O.D. if you overdrive.
The cops don’t know what to do because his dope breaks through. No matter what they do, Ice T’s stuff gets to you. Kickin’ on the Boulevard. His tempo’s hyped and hard. The Ice just bogarts. His dope hits the streets with no doubt.
Sire Records puts me out, with Warner Bros. clout
Evil E adds the cut and then removes it. IZ checks for purity and then approves it. And then you get it, try it, and like it. And if it ain’t potent, they remix and spike it to bring you the pure dope. Not a noose in a rope. You want some real dope, come look in his trunk. The dope Ice T is selling is 100% legit. So get real, fool, and try some real shit.
The song I’m Your Pusher is one of those Ice T songs which has quotable dialogue and lyrics. Below is some of the quotable dialogue and lyrics that were used in this song.
Yo, it’s time for me to pump the volume
No problem, the record’s revolvin’
Evil’s the mixer, I’m the rap trickster
I’m the kingpin when the wax spins
Crack or smack will take you to a sure end
You don’t need it, just throw that stuff away
You wanna get high? Let the record play
I know you’re lovin’ this drug as it’s comin’ out your speaker
Bass through the bottons, highs thru the tweeters
But this base you don’t need a pipe
Just a tempo to keep your hype
Groovin’ like I see you doin’
Some stupid crack would just ruin
Your natural high, why? That ain’t fly
And anyone who says it is, lies
MC Ice T
I’m your pusher
Here are some of the one-liners he used.
Yo, it’s time for me to pump the volume
Paparazzi on the bum rush for pictures
Dope beats and lyrics, no beepers needed
Bass through the bottons, highs thru the tweeters
You wanna get high? Let the record play
Ice, coolin’, yo colder than ever
I know you’re lovin’ this drug as it’s comin’ out your speaker
Just a tempo to keep your hype
Oh now this jam is lit, it’s like the ultimate
Because you might O.D. if you overdrive
Drama explained all the legal drama and criminal escapades Ice T gets himself into on these Los Angeles streets.
Cruisin’ for a bruisin’. Ice T is taking no crap. He has a pipe bomb in his trunk and has got a ,9 millimeter handgun in his lap for a sprayin’ (killing). Tonight there’s no time for playing around. The Rhyme Syndicate posse’s most strapped and tonight the crew’s weighin’. Dust is burning as the steering wheel’s turning. Some suckers crossed the line with Rhyme Syndicate. Tonight it’s their loss and life’s the cost. It’s payback time.
Gauges poke out the window. One lay cross the roof. They all die if those suckers ain’t bulletproof. Ice T has no moral compass (at least to some extent) and all he wants is what’s golden. A fool in a fight is too dumb to know right. That is what the lyrics “But I’m blind to what’s wrong, all I want is what’s golden/A fool in a fight, too dumb to know right” mean.
Suddenly Los Angeles Police Department (LAPD) catch Rhyme Syndicate and Ice T in the nick of time before he is even able to commit his crime. Police officers read them their rights. Now they are in legal drama because the car they were driving was a stolen car.
Ice T copped an alias/fictitious named for himself and bailed out in an hour or less. He keeps a bank for that don’t know about the rest. Then he copped another piece and hit the dark streets rollin’ once again. Ice T called up his boy Joe, a roof job professional. A 459 was on his mind which involved stealing a pair of car stereos. He said the spot was sleek because he cased the joint a week.
Joe and Ice T creep inside at 3 AM on the dot. They steal Alpines, fishes, JVC’s, Motorola Phones, and Sony Color TV’s. They had the car packed up until they heard “Freeze!”. Los Angeles Police Department (LAPD) catch Joe and Ice T stealing everything. That’s the time drama started.
At 4 in the morning they are cuffed in the room with the two-way glass. Detectives in effect cold doggin’ his ass interrogating him with questions such as “What’s your date of birth?” and “What’s your real name?”. Ice T stuck to his alias because he knows the game. If they don’t know who you are, then they don’t know what you’ve done. Detectives tell Ice T, “You’re just makin’ this harder on yourself, son. Have you ever been arrested before?” He knew this shit by heart. He’s too clever. The District Attorney (DA) has rejection written all over his face. Then Joe snitched on himself and Ice T to the detectives about the crimes they committed. Ice T finds out right there on the spot poignantly Joe is a snitch. Joe snitching on himself and Ice T to the detectives set a precedent for more drama.
Ice caught a case and half. The judge laughed and dropped the mallet after his sentence is given. Now Ice T is in the penitentiary chillin’ like a real pro.He can’t move until the man says go. A puppet of the big game. An institutional thing. Ice T wouldn’t be here if he fed his brain and got knowledge from school books instead of street crooks.
Now all he gets is penitentiary hard looks. The joint is like an oven of caged heat. You’re just a number and another piece of tough meat. Killers and robbers are all you greet. Act soft and you will get beat. On death row they got their own hot seat for those who feel that they are truly elite. The last thing you see is a priest. The lights dim and your life ends. Drama.
The song Drama is another one of those Ice T songs which has quotable dialogue and lyrics. Below is some of the quotable dialogue and lyrics that were used in this song.
Cruisin’ for a bruisin’, I’m takin’ no crap
Pipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap
I’m layin’ for a sprayin’, tonight there’s no playin’
The posse’s most strapped, tonight the crew’s weighin’
Dust is burnin’, the steering wheel’s turnin’
Now I’m in the penzo, chillin’ like a real pro
I can’t move ’til the man says go
A puppet of the big game, an institutional thing
Cruisin’ for a bruisin’, I’m takin’ no crap
Pipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap
Suckers crossed, tonight it’s their loss
Payback time, boy, life’s the cost
But I’m blind to what’s wrong, all I want is what’s golden
A fool in a fight, too dumb to know right
I rate this album 5/5*****!!
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