Vanilla Ice Hit ’em Hard Lyrics

Mind Blowin Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Live Intro
  • 2 Fame
  • 3 Get ’em Now
  • 4 The Wrath
  • 5 Roll ’em Up
  • 6 Hit ’em Hard
  • 7 Smooth Interlude
  • 8 Now & Forever
  • 9 ICEMAN Party
  • 10 Oh My Gosh
  • 11 Minutes of Power
  • 12 I Go Down
  • 13 Bullet on the Chart
  • 14 Phunky Rhymes
  • 15 Blowin’ My Mind
  • 16 Son of a Gun
  • 17 Get Loose
  • [Verse 1]
    Here comes the lyrical breakdown
    Move out the way punk, and take a seat clown
    It's the Ice Man slicin', Dicin'
    Hittin' like Tyson
    So listen to the rhythm I givin' 'em
    My lyrics got the impact of a Mac truck when I'm sendin' 'em
    Yo, My funky rhymes flow
    Kickin it like psycho
    And I'm exploding like nitro-glis
    Coming like a hurricane bliss
    Straight sacking the track like a quarterback
    My man Zero is back with a killer slice
    I'm blowin' up the mic
    Ya damn right, Vanilla Ice
    With twice the punch
    I put the crunch on Marky
    And take the funky out of his bunch
    I hit the home run
    You got to third base, son
    I'm in first place
    Take a seat clown for the beatdown

    [Verse 2]
    Uh, tonight's the night of the big fight
    With the mic in my hand I got the grip tights
    Ready to swing it like a Louisville slugger
    Right at the head of a sucka
    Crack home run
    How did it feel to have the mic hit ya dome, Son? Uh!
    I tried to make your head ring like a church bell
    I put it on ya hard
    I'll make ya hurt well
    'cause you fell into my booby traps
    No more good vibrations
    I'm tired of your boots raps
    So I eat ya like scooby snacks
    An maybe roll you like a zig zag
    Or smoke you like a hootie mac
    You did what I did
    So you're gonna lose kid
    Cause to me you're still a new kid on the block
    Get off my jock, Get off my diznok
    Before you get dropped for the beatdown

    [Verse 3]
    Yeah, this is the last verse
    Should I say the last round
    And its time I knock out another class clown
    Sit down and take notes
    As Vanilla kicks ballistics with dope lyrics
    Oh what a pity, though
    Cause ya had to spend three million dollars on your video
    It was video and I can admit that
    All that money's wasted cause your song's wack
    I make stuff to make the people gather
    An' let 'em see us in a pit
    I want to slam dance with ya, Hammer
    Now can I kick it, of course I can
    yo, you will get burned out, then turned out
    I'm gonna keep comin strong, song after song
    Ya thought I'd fade, well ya did wrong
    I'm the imperial threat for this sound fools
    Ha Ha, here comes the lyrical beatdown

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