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Vanilla Ice Album


Platinum Underground (08/02/2005)
08/02/2005
1.
Survivor
2.
Ninja Rap 2
3.
Mecca & Ice (feat. Mecca)
4.
Trailer Park Mullet Wars
5.
O.k.s. (feat. Psycho)
6.
Dunn Natt
7.
Step Up or Shut Up
8.
Say Goodbye
9.
Hustlin'
10.
11.
Bounce
12.
Tell Me Why (feat. Gemini and Zeno)
13.
Rollin' In My
14.
Detonator (feat. Train)
15.
Persevere
16.
Tank
17.
Flyin' Hawaiian
18.
UFC
19.
Joe
20.
Scotty Mack
21.
Aussie Steve
22.
Clint
23.
Penthouse
24.
Tammy Faye
25.
My Kids
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Survivor

[No lyrics]

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Ninja Rap 2

[No lyrics]

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Mecca & Ice

[No lyrics]

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Trailer Park Mullet Wars

[No lyrics]

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CHORUS:
OKS Original killa shit that'll leave yo wig with your wrists slit
OKS Niggas with the biscuits mobbin through your district splifted on some sick shit
Raisin' up from my tomb
Time warp on a dime up off the shrooms
Zoom in let me take your mind on a journey
See what I see visions of bodies burnin'
Like turnin a pistol and pointin it to your dome
Cock it back squeeze the trigger blow and it's on
Brains gone, thrown out the back of your cranium
Trippin' on your shorts, left your ass a corpse on your Ma's front porch
About to torch down the house
Caught your mama and her spouse fuckin on the couch like south
Bout to make moves off your fam bam
Madman lyrically from rap to seran next plan
Let me expand on my artwork genius in my reality
Pure insanity can it be the angel dust that turns your brains to dust
Bust lyrics strangle us no one is insane as us
CHORUS
Takin puffs on the smoke I call the Anti-Christ
Got me seein red and purple lights
LyricsMixed with black dots
Peep the backdrop of the crime scene
Niggas seein' 19" I'm seein' widescreen
So much red Visine can't get it out
From the rage of the slugs as the iron spit it out
It is I Psycho palmin' the Desert Eagle
Creepin' through your blocks in the crypt colored Reagal
Pure evil bumpin brother Lynch season of the sick
How you gonna reason with the Psycho I'm the desolate
Watch the devil spit, call the exorcist
Satanic messages, got me wearin nigases for necklaces
Yes it is the messenger of death watch yo step
I'm quite wicked
Make a motherfucker leak his life liquid
So why risk it it's a suicide
When it comes to you and I
Do or fly nigga you will die


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Dunn Natt

[No lyrics]

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Step Up or Shut Up

[No lyrics]

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Say Goodbye

[No lyrics]

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Hustlin'

[No lyrics]

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Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby
All right stop, Collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my 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 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, go rush the speaker 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 or leave it, You better gain way
You better hit bull's eye, The kid don't play
If there was a problem, Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla

LyricsNow that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in and the Vegas are pumpin'
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
Cooking MCs like a pound of bacon
Burnin' `em if you aint 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
Rollin' in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby, Waving just to say Hi
Did you stop? No -- I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
That 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
Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine
Ready for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill because they're full of Eight Ball
Gunshots ranged 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 it

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla

Take heed, '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 spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed, This is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay plays on the fade, slice 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 Deshay revolves it
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla

Yo man -- Let's get out of here! Word to your mother!

Ice Ice Baby Too cold, Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold
Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold, Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold


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Bounce

[No lyrics]

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Tell Me Why

[No lyrics]

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Rollin' In My

[No lyrics]

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CHORUS:
Lettin' loose it's the detonator setting off a time bomb, ring the alarm
I'm coming thru with the wickedness
Inject the fluids of the sickest and watch as I kick this
Lettin' loose it's the detonator setting off a time bomb, ring the alarm
I'm coming thru with the wickedness
Inject the fluids of the sickest and watch as I kick this

I got a nation of millions to capture
lyrical disaster pass the Ganja
Choppin' shit like a bladerunner
Huntin down my opponents like the predator
Ready to start my search like the hunt for Red October 31st
Day of my birth had much pain as an adolescent
Natural stigmata, much when Mom's was stressin'
They're on my trail like the bone collector
Select the sense from my sixth
Inject the fluid of the wickedness
Fuck the world! is my motto
I just can't understand why they point the finger
When they see me doing my thing
LyricsBitches swing when they see me pass on by
In the GS4 with the Cane plates bought from my last tour
Its Amyetyville Horror on haters block
For those that copycat my tactics trying to make it to the top
Like in the Shining when Jack Nicholson got possessed with the wickedness
I'm true to kicking this
CHORUS
Like Manosn dismantling MC's who oppose a threat
You really don't want to get into some shit that you'll regret
Cause like Samuel I hold the whole place for negotiation
Incarcerating anyone with the temptation trying to test my faith
(Is it safe to come out and play now) is he gone?
Man I don't understand what kind of high this dude is trippin' on
Pure ICE with a twist of Vanilla thriller
Captivating souls like the body snatchers
Its return of the living Caucasians
Of psychopathic mind grabbing Asiatic demonic fanatics
Causing havoc bringing the pain
Flaming up like in Backdraft
Feel the wrath of the lyrical combustion
Many aren't true to what they're busting
(From the depths)
I'm coming through like the Hell Raiser
It's the end of days there's no escape from the detonator


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Persevere

[No lyrics]

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Tank

[No lyrics]

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Flyin' Hawaiian

[No lyrics]

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UFC

[No lyrics]

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Joe

[No lyrics]

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Scotty Mack

[No lyrics]

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Aussie Steve

[No lyrics]

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Clint

[No lyrics]

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Penthouse

[No lyrics]

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Tammy Faye

[No lyrics]

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My Kids

[No lyrics]

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