Vanilla Ice — Freestyle

[Hook: Vanilla Ice] Freestylin on the mic at Indigo Freestylin on the mic so let it flow Freestylin on the mic at Indigo First on the microphone; Cyco! [Verse 1: Cyco] Taking rappers like hot dice, like hot nights in vegas Got says they hate us cause they are fuckin with the greatest Niggas that pull gats and steal gats just like potatoes Knowing they couldn't break us or take us Now fake us take us out, no doubt Make us serve your ass with a teck Making rappers "Bow Down" like the Westside Connect I want the Ice like Cube, So I blast with the MAC-10 But trust me, I'm throwing up the dub just like Dub C Plus we fucks it up on both coasts Don't show clouts when I rip shot, put niggas in zip lock Fuckin with this hip hop fanatics still automatic Yes I smoke kryptonite, get it right, my shit is tight Got "Wicked Wayz" like Mr. Mike Get the gauge in the night these niggas running loose, catchin' bodies These niggas in khakis and not versace Somebody should have told you, son it's on like that With the ice man, bitch and I'm gone like that [Hook: Vanilla Ice] Freestylin' on the mic at Indigo Freestylin' on the mic so let it flow Freestylin' on the mic at Indigo And next on the microphone, C-Note [Verse 2: C-Note] I got some business that I gotta handle Shit is kinda risky, But I'm gonna have to take the gamble Niggas they trying to plot a scheme on me Double and triple teams on me I'll make them bleed for me And that's how it is going down I won't be satisfied until I see that ass six feet underground Cause you fucked around and pissed the wrong brother off You lied to yourself when you said I was soft Now that's a no no, with manhole I'll formulate a plan yo That will make your children bastards and your wife a widow Trying to battle me, that's a sin And be like Toni Braxton and you'll never breathe again Cause I hit hard like thunder, straight from the under Ground with the sound that will make Stevie wonder Pause, but let me continue Serving MC's like lettuce on the menu Pound for pound up in this game, I be the best Back the fuck up off me, motherfucker, cause I'm stressed You'll wind up in a casket, fucking with me You get your ass kicked - hit you harder than an accident, a tragedy [Verse 3: 2Hype] Lets get down to pleasure And beat the kid out the treasure Let me measure this here joint cause it'll be nothing lesser I'll bet ya that I'll get it wide open like Hostetler Vanilla and Obe, surround all of you like Kobe And leave you in suspense like who done that You check the grammar I'll be the last man standing off lyrical stamina I round up 100 MC's in one city Knock off 99 and a half And that leaves a half that wanna face me I'll leave him face down in the dirt, call the paramedics Grip the body for surgery or the anesthetic Bloody massacre like salker, hit the creator Set it off like Michael Myers in a double matinee feature Feature funky rhymes that are hard to swallow Send your ass until tomorrow, you'll be hoping to escape the horror Now pay attention to today's lesson And in for your possession, recognize these freestyle confessions I'll step aside a case like Kojak, get rid of the evidence Make sure I leave behind no fingerprints Yo put the script off in a case like Matlock Come bumpin' on your block And clean your ass up like Dr. Spock [Hook: Vanilla Ice] Freestylin on the mic at Indigo Freestylin on the mic so let it flow Freestylin on the mic at Indigo And next on the mic it's Ice, so let it flow! [Verse 4: Vanilla Ice] It's the incredible party rocker, the heart stopper, hit dropper Hypnotize you all like Big Poppa Getting everybody blazed with the funk, it don't stop As I detonate the spot like Oklahoma on your block Like there will be the day that I don't blow up any buildings When you hear me boy, it'll beat the microphone I'm killing Registering 10 on the Richter when I shake it With the earthquake bass, my taste blowing out your roofers Put you in a State of Shock like Mick and Mike so get it right Making this tonight Just to let you know my clique is tight, right We got women up front shaking ass Just about stripping want to put on the glass Pass the phat philly as I heat it up like chili Put down the gun son, there is no need for the 9 milli Got the meat for the barbecue, so spark a few hops Watch as I raid your spot like spartan, infiltrate your whole block yeah