Freestyle Lyrics by Vanilla Ice

Freestyle Lyrics

    “freestylevanilla ice
    Freestylin on the mic get in the go
    Freestylin on the mic so let if flow
    Freestylin on the mic get in the go
    First on the microphonepsycho

    Taking rappers like hot dice, like hot nights in vegas
    Got says they hate us ‘cause they are f*****g with the greatest
    Ni@@ers 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 f***s it up on both coasts
    Don’t show clouts when i rip shot, putt ni@@ers in zip lock
    F*****g with this hip hop fanatics still automatic
    Yes i smoke kryptonite, get it right, my s^^t is tight
    Got wicked ways like mr. mike
    Get the gauge in the night these ni@@ers running loose, get the bodies
    These ni@@ers in khakis and not versace
    Somebody should have told you, son it’s on like that
    With the ice man bitch and i am gone like that

    Freestylin on the mic get in the go
    Freestylin on the mic so let it flow
    Freestylin on the mic get in the go
    And next on the microphone c-note

    I got some bidnezthat i gotta handle
    S^^t is kinda risky but i’m gonna have to take the gamble
    Ni@@ers 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 f****d 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 breath again
    Cause i hit hard like thunder, straight from the under
    Ground with the sound that will make stevie wonder
    Hard, but let me continue
    Serving mc’s like lettuce on the menu
    Pound for pound up in this game to be the best
    Back the f**k up off me motherf****r cause i’m stressed
    You’ll wind up in a casket f*****g with me
    You get your ass kicked - hit you harder than an accident

    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'cha that i’ll get it wide open like hostetler
    Vanilla kobe surround all of you like kobe
    And leave you in suspense like who done that
    You checked with grandma
    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 check the body for surgery with anesthetic
    Total mass in a mass stocker, hit the creator
    Set it off like michael meyers in a double 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 confession
    I’ll step aside a case like kojak giving up the evidence but i leave no
    Fingerprints
    Yo put the scrip off in a case like mattlock
    Come bumpin on your block
    And clean your ass up like dr. spock

    Freestylin on the mic get in the go
    Freestylin on the mic so let it flow
    Freestylin on the mic get in the go
    And next on the mic it’s the ice, so let it flow!

    It’s the incredible party rocker, the heart stopper, hit dropper
    Hypnotize you all like big poppa
    Getting everybody blazed with the funky don’t stop
    As i detonate the spot like oklahoma on your block
    Like it will be the day that i don’t blow up any buildings
    When you hear me boy gonna beat the microphone i’m killing
    Registering 10 on the richter when i shake it
    With the earthquake based my taste blowing out your woofers
    Put you in a state of shock like mick and mike so get it right
    Making is the night
    Just to let you know my click 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 infatruate your whole block

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