Freestyle Lyrics - Vanilla 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 microphone psycho 

Taking rappers like hot dice, like hot nights in Vegas 

Got says they hate us 'cause they are fucking with the greatest 

Niggers 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 west side connect 

I want the ice like cube, so I blast with the mac ten 

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, putt niggers in zip lock 

Fucking with this hip hop fanatics still automatic 

Yes I smoke Kryptonite, get it right, my site is tight 

Got wicked ways like MR Mike 

Get the gauge in the night these niggers running loose, get the bodies 

These niggers 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 cnote 

I got some bidnez that I gotta handle 

See this is kinda risky but I'm gonna have to take the gamble 

Niggers 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 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 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 

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 betcha that I'll get it wide open like hosteler 

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 one hundred MC's in one city 

Knock off ninety nine 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 mattny 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 mattock 

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 ten on the richer 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 nine milli 

Got the meat for the barbecue so spark a few hops 

Watch as I raid your spot like spartan infatruate your whole block