Livin

Here it is, a dope hit

Iceman comin with a dope hit

Cause a few suckers need their throats slit

Jealous cause I went multi-platinum

Now I'm gonna blast em in the head till they're dead with my magnum

Lyrics might be simplistic, but I'm no gimp

On the strip, cause I know how to pimp it

Now I got grip and suckers keep sinking in my quicksand

Vanilla ice, vocal hitman

Got the number three in my crosses, sittin on the rooftop

Bop bop bop

And you fools drop, (scratching over pop goes the weasel

Was a big fl-fl-flop flop

Brother's didn't like your record `cause it wasn't hip hop hop

But this ain't a dis `cause you sold gold

Still, I made a killin and it ain't even a 10 - 11 million

Given my rhyming spice while my djs on the slice

Vanilla ice is back on the map, with the wrath of the ice king

No one will stop me

No one will stop me

No one will stop me

No one will stop me

No one will stop me

No one will stop me

Chorus

Why is that I disperse

Why does God shun

Why does my man try to run my actions

Why is that I disperse

Why does God shun

Why does my man try to run my actions

It's my living condition

It's my living condition

It's my living condition

It's my living condition

Etch on a sketch on a rhyme like an architect

Now watch your back son, cause you might lose your neck

Pound-for-pound, I rock the ground I stand on

I rock records, every record at random

Flyin heads, as the heads get full

Thoughts and speakers get ripped and torn

To my tomb

I'm wicked as a witch on a broom stick

I smash bricks with one lick

Chorus

No one will stop me

No one will stop me

No one will stop me

You don't get a second chance

Cause and tremors bring the scales in hand

Call the cops, the paramedics, the man's down

You wanna rock my bell so I broke them down

My tongue snapped and cracked like a bull whip

And you ain't nothing but my itty-bitty target

And as I walk through the valley of sin

I walk with all you - my friends