Yo VIP, let's kick it Ice, ice, beat it Ice, ice, beat it Alright stop, collaborate and listen Ice is back with a brand new invention Something grabs a hold of me tightly Flow like a harpoon, daily and nightly Will it ever stop, yo, I don't know Turn off the lights, ha, and I'll glow To the extreme, I rock a mic like a vandal Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle Dance, Gorusha, speak of that booms I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom Deadly, when I play a dope melody Anything less than the best is a felony Love it, believe it, you better gangway You better hit the bullseye, the kid don't play If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it Check out the hook while my DJ revolves Ice, ice, beat it Vanilla ice, ice, beat it Now that the party is jumping With the bass kicked in, in the Vegas, I'll pump it Quick to the point, to the point, no faking Cooking MCs like a pound of bacon Burning them, if you ain't quick and nimble I go crazy when I hear a cymbal and a hi-hat With a souped-up tempo, I'm on a roll It's time to go solo, roll it In my 5.0, with my rag top down so my hair can blow The girl is on standby, waving just to say hi Did you stop? No, I just drove by Kept on, pursuing to the next stop I bust a left and I'm headed to the next block The block was dead, yo, so I continued to A1A Beachfront Avenue Girls were hot, wearing less than bikinis Rockman lovers, driving Lamborghinis Jealous, cause I'm out getting mine Shade with the gauge, vanilla with the nine Ready, for the chumps on the wall The chumps acting ill because I'm full of eight balls Gunshots, rang out like a bell I grabbed my nine, all I heard were shells Falling, on the concrete real fast Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas Bumper to bumper, the avenue's packed I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack Police on the scene, you know what I mean? They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it Check out the hook while my DJ revolves Ice, ice, ice, baby Vanilla, ice, ice, baby Vanilla, ice, ice, baby Vanilla, ice, ice, baby Take heat, cause I'm a lyrical poet Miami's on the scene, just in case you didn't know it My town, that created all the bass sound Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground Cause my style's like a chemical spiel Feasible rhymes as you can vision and feel Conducted in form, that's a hell of a concept We make it hype, and you wanna step with this Shea plays on the fade, sliced like a ninja Cut like a razor blade so fast Other DJs say damn, if my rhyme was a drug I'd sell it by the gram Keep my composure when it's time to get loose Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it Check out the hook while my DJ revolves Ice, ice, ice, baby Vanilla, ice, ice, baby Vanilla, ice, ice, baby Vanilla, ice, ice, baby Yo man, let's get out of here Word to your mother