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Title – Freestyle Lyrics
Artist: Vanilla Ice
Genre: Hip-Hop/Rap
Album: Hard to Swallow

Freestyle Lyrics By Vanilla Ice

(Chorus:) 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 microphone

Taking rappers like hot dice, like hot nights in Vegas Got says they hate us cause they are fu’king 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 am throwing up the dub just ‘like Dub see

Plus we fu’ks it up on both coasts

Don’t show clouts when I rip shot, putt niggas in zip lock Fu’king with this hip hop ‘fanatics still automatic Yes I smoke Kryptonite, get it right, my shit is tight

Got wicked ways like Mr. Mike

Get the gauge in the night these niggas running loose, get the 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 am gone like that

(Chorus) I got some business that I gotta handle Shit is kinda risky but I am gonna have to take the gamble niggas they trying to plot a scheme on me Double and triple ‘teams on me I will 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 fu’ked 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 will 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 will 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*ck up off me motherfu’ker cause I’m stressed You’ll wind up in a casket ‘fu’king 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 want to 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 Matlock 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 infatuate your whole block

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