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“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