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(Performed by Vanilla Ice) [Verse 1] |
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It's not what you say, |
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It's how you say it |
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Give me a microphone, |
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On stage, |
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I'll display it |
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Playing me right and you'll get played out |
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Like polka dots and people will shout |
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Dirty words cause you're a nerd |
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I'm first, you're third |
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It's absurd to think that you heard |
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Better rhymes than these |
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I'm bringing sucker mc's, down to their knees |
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Tease your thoughts like a feather to a toe |
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Although the beat seems slow |
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My groove will still flow |
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My rhymes are soulful art |
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That makes your heart dance |
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Melodic tones move your mind to a quick trance |
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Everytime |
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I rhyme I find the audience is |
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Mine, caught by every line |
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Sparkle like a gem with my golden voice |
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Posse: "Why do they love you man?" |
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I'm the people's choice [Chorus] |
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I wanna thank you for lettin' me |
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Be myself |
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I wanna thank you, uh |
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Thank you baby |
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I wanna thank you for lettin' me |
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Be myself |
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I wanna thank you, uh |
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Thank you baby |
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Let's swing it [Verse 2] |
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Step aside or you'll get stepped on |
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Cause I'm steppin' real hard an my rhymes |
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Are real strong |
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Just like atilla, |
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An mc killer |
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A crowd thriller, |
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No once chiller than the man |
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With the mic in his hand, |
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I'm a trip |
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All the girls on my tip |
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Fellas are jealous so |
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I put in the clip |
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Of my 9-millimeter, |
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Glock at my hip |
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Fifteen shells all over the place |
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They would chase, |
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If it wouldn't disgrace |
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The date that they came with |
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Cause that would be a dis |
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Tsk, Tsk, |
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They don't know what they missed |
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A chance to dance with the man with |
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The golden voice |
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Posse: "why do they love you, man?" |
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I'm the people's choice |
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Chorus [Verse 3] |
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Sucker mc's - |
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I scare 'em |
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Girlies - |
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I gotta love 'em |
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Rhymes - Comin' out of my ears |
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The competition - |
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In tears Slick dance moves - |
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By the dozens |
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Battles - |
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Please step up 'cause |
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I love 'em |
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Settin' up suckers like pins on a bowling ball |
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And you're gonna fall |
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You won't hit, |
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It's a bottomless pit |
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Of rhymes, |
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Comin' straight from the mind |
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Of a genius, |
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And I can't be modest |
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When I make a threat, |
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You bet I keep it |
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Like a promise, |
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So Shake like a leaf when you see me comin' |
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Frankly, You're better off runnin', |
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Fast And don't look back, |
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Wack Go take a nap, get off that crack, |
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Jack Crowds move by the sound of my golden voice |
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Posse: "Why do they love you, man?" |
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I'm the people's choice |
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Chorus |
