that I can't describe Feel the vibe and don't let no one Level vibe now what sensation Vibe the a hit you from all direction Level vibe now what a sensation Vibe
sick And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public I'ma love it.. (hahaha) Vanilla Ice don't like me (uh-uh) Said some shit in Vibe to spite
] Yo - who hold guns and rock ice bigger than life; got bitches throwin they drawers on stage - that ain't me! I raise kids, push whips, piss an MC Love
short of breath in my lung "When will they let us stop?" I checked the time and it was Six in the morning, and we were still rhyming Battled MC after MC
end up in a hospital Sittin on the corner of the bed, sick cause of what I said to him On a track star beef take it in the kitchen Cookin MC's all niggaz
East Coast Mcee's Down South MC's Never Fucking Forget | Whose the HARDEST MC! You on the MTV list I put ya Brains all over ya MTV Crib Whoever wrote
make me sick And I can't wait 'til I catch all you fagots in public I'ma love it Vanilla Ice don't like me, said some shit in vibe to spite me Then
make me sick And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public I'ma love it Vanilla Ice don't like me Said some shit in Vibe to spite me Then
there are seven MC's Six which are in physical form, one which is in spiritual essence And he goes by the name of, uh hood Check the vibe, walk that
, the vibe Bitches, I works for mine. One time, for these divas, Two times, for these visas, Third time I come I'm breezin, The ice...just keeps on freezin
watch me work the vibe Bitches, I works for mine One time, for these divas Two times, for these visas Third time I come, I'm breezin' The ice just keeps
work, the vibe bitches, i works for mine. one time, for these divas, two times, for these visas, third time i come im breezin, the ice...just keeps
left for dead like hip-hop And admit to Conduit like conduct to kill Ecks the dread And Kris crucified the false prophet John F. Kennedy to these MC's
end up in a hospital Sittin' on the corner of the bed, sick 'cause of what I said to him On a track star beef take it in the kitchen Cookin' MC's all
in my lung, a??When will they let us stop?a?? I checked the time and it was, Six in the morning, and we were still rhyming, Battled MC after MC, battled
I feel ruined inside Somebody tell me what to do, I'm a guy That loves music but I am truly through with the vibe Sometimes I wish it was dead, rather