[Hook: Vanilla Ice]

Freestylin on the mic at Indigo

Freestylin on the mic so let it flow

Freestylin on the mic at Indigo

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

Niggas 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 fucks it up on both coasts

Don't show clouts when I rip shot, put niggas in zip lock

Fuckin with this hip hop fanatics still automatic

Yes I smoke kryptonite, get it right, my shit is tight

Got "Wicked Wayz" like Mr. Mike

Get the gauge in the night these niggas running loose, catchin' bodies

These niggas in khakis and not versace

Somebody should have told you, son it's on like that

With the ice man, bitch and I'm gone like that

[Hook: Vanilla Ice]

Freestylin' on the mic at Indigo

Freestylin' on the mic so let it flow

Freestylin' on the mic at Indigo

And next on the microphone, C-Note

[Verse 2: C-Note]

I got some business that I gotta handle

Shit is kinda risky, But I'm gonna have to take the gamble

Niggas 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

Pause, but let me continue

Serving MC's like lettuce on the menu

Pound for pound up in this game, I 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, a tragedy

[Verse 3: 2Hype]

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 ya that I'll get it wide open like Hostetler

Vanilla and Obe, surround all of you like Kobe

And leave you in suspense like who done that

You check the grammar

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

Grip the body for surgery or the anesthetic

Bloody massacre like salker, hit the creator

Set it off like Michael Myers in a double matinee 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 confessions

I'll step aside a case like Kojak, get rid of the evidence

Make sure I leave behind no fingerprints

Yo put the script off in a case like Matlock

Come bumpin' on your block

And clean your ass up like Dr. Spock

[Hook: Vanilla Ice]

Freestylin on the mic at Indigo

Freestylin on the mic so let it flow

Freestylin on the mic at Indigo

And next on the mic it's Ice, so let it flow!

[Verse 4: Vanilla Ice]

It's the incredible party rocker, the heart stopper, hit dropper

Hypnotize you all like Big Poppa

Getting everybody blazed with the funk, it don't stop

As I detonate the spot like Oklahoma on your block

Like there will be the day that I don't blow up any buildings

When you hear me boy, it'll beat the microphone I'm killing

Registering 10 on the Richter when I shake it

With the earthquake bass, my taste blowing out your roofers

Put you in a State of Shock like Mick and Mike so get it right

Making this tonight

Just to let you know my clique is tight, right

We got women up front shaking ass

Just about stripping want to put 'em 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 9 milli

Got the meat for the barbecue, so spark a few hops

Watch as I raid your spot like spartan, infiltrate your whole block, yeah!