You've Got To Look Up Lyrics - Vanilla Ice

(performed by derek b) 

To the people in the front 

And all the people in the back row 

Nice to see y'all jammin left to 

Right toe to toe 

No more introductions you know 

Who I am 

If you don't I couldn't really 

Give a damm! 

So just slide to the glide of the 

Rhyme in motion 

Or rock to the rhythm of this magic potion 

To have an opinion, not to follow a crowd, 

Brothers and sisters say it loud 

Not here to depress, only to stress 

Yes, we can all get out of this mess 

My license revoked, people think I choked, 

Try to hange me with the rope, but nope, 

See I'm too dope. 

Chorus 

Everybody 

You've gotta look up 

You've gotta 

Everybody 

Don't ever look down 

Don't let them put you down 

With a bang the bass kicks once again, 

I'll repeat myself try to tell you again 

No, not a politician or an 

Obstitrician 

Just a down young man who watches and 

Listens 

Weary of the system tryin to rip us off 

So they let you use drugs so your mind goes soft 

Confused, amused at what the papers say 

Never get their facts straight anyway 

'cos I've lived through the night of a 1000 knives 

Watched journalistic murder with 

My damn eyes 

Seen 'em make, take, break many peoples lives 

Fillin up the public with nothing but lies 

Livin in a class segregated nation 

Gutter press, comicbooks, mind information 

Try to keep me quiet just sittin in the corner 

But my name is derek b 

Not little jack horner. 

Chorus x 2 

The plot thickens as the rhyme goes on 

Can you hear "woo yea" anywhere 

In this song 

Let me take a breath, let me get some space 

Hold tight let's kick in the bass, 

Out of fourth gear rhyme in to cruise, 

Lyrical language, bring you more news 

If you have no ambition, no heart, or gold 

No ambition no heart no soul 

Gotta play to win no second place 

Why do you think they call this the human race 

Don't wanna be classified or be trendy 

Don't like junkfood especially wendy's 

No ad in no mag tells me what to wear 

Or for that matter what to do with my hair 

Not a hip house or hip hop just my kinda song 

Delivered by the young black capricorn. 

Chorus 

Life is much bigger than colour and greed 

So slow down and on't feed your greed 

Everyman for himself that's not the way to go 

Stick together then we'll all go 

One world one colour one people as we dance 

Get on the dancefloor 

Now is your chance to express yourself by the way you move 

The rhyme.... ambassador here's my groove 

Chorus x 2 

Written by d. boland 

Produced by: nyc & costello 

Programmed by: d. carter & nyc & costello 

Mixed and engineered by hot black four 

Recorded at: matrix studios, uk 

Mixed by gail "sky" king at soundworks, new york 

Engineered by hugy dwyer at soundworks, new york 

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