(Performed by Vanilla Ice)
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[Verse 1]
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It's not what you say, It's how you say it
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Give me a microphone, On stage, 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 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
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[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
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[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, An mc killer
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A crowd thriller, No once chiller than the man
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With the mic in his hand, I'm a trip
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All the girls on my tip
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Fellas are jealous so I put in the clip
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Of my 9-millimeter, Glock at my hip
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Fifteen shells all over the place
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They would chase, 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, 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
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[Verse 3]
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Sucker mc's - I scare 'em
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Girlies - I gotta love 'em
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Rhymes - Comin' out of my ears
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The competition - In tears
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Slick dance moves - By the dozens
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Battles - Please step up 'cause 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, It's a bottomless pit
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Of rhymes, Comin' straight from the mind
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Of a genius, And I can't be modest
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When I make a threat, You bet I keep it
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Like a promise, So
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Shake like a leaf when you see me comin'
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Frankly, You're better off runnin', Fast
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And don't look back, Wack
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Go take a nap, get off that crack, Jack
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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
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The people's choice
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| Vanilla Ice |
