Vanilla Ice - Freestyle

[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 Cyco [Verse 1: Cyco] Taking rappers like hot dice, like hot nights in vegas Got says they hate us cause they are fuckin with the greatest Niggaz 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 Mack 10 But trust me, Im throwing up the dub just like Dub C Plus we fucks it up on both coasts Don't show clouts when I rip shot, put niggaz in zip lock Fuckin 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 niggaz running loose, get the bodies These niggaz in khakis and not versace Somebody should have told you, son it's on like that With the ice man, bitch and Im gone like that [Chorus] And next on the microphone C-Note [Verse 2: C-Note] I got some buisness that I gotta handle Shit is kinda risky, But I'm gonna have to take the gamble Niggaz 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 breathe 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 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 myers 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 [Chorus] And next on the mic it's the Ice, so let it flow! [Verse 3: Vanilla Ice] 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 st