Текст песни VANILLA ICE - Freestyle

“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
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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
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

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