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Yo! Here comes the intro
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It's time to let it go
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I live the life of my rhyme, I think I'll let it show
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So, keep it goin' so the mic can stay warm
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Then I know I've been doin' my job 'cause there'll be sweat pourin'
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So pick and choose your weapon but don't slip
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I'm here to kill you boys with the flex of my mic grip
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So pump your fist like this, but don't miss
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The hook and the break when you decide to dance to this
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Lyrical concept that's meant for the dance floor
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I know you adore 'cause that's what you came for
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The Ice rhymer is back and livin' large
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And when I'm at a show you better wear camouflage
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'Cause there was plenty who thought I couldn't swing this
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But now all I get from the crowd is just a pumped fist
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So sing along with the chorus 'cause it's a hit
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Or stay at home alone 'cause Ice will be workin' it
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Work it, work it, work it, work it, work it, work it, work
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it, work it. Work it, Ice, yea! C'mon and work it baby
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Work it, work it, work it, work it, work it, work it, work
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it, work it. Work it, Ice, yea! C'mon and work it baby
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Go white boy, go white boy, go!
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Check out the hook. Vanilla Ice, yep, yep
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I'm makin' a killin' and chillin' because I'm cool as an ice pack
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You're lovin' everything when I think of a new track
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I keep my rhyme flowin', notice it's right on time
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And separate the wax and keep my mic in line
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so put your body in motion and let me know that you're there
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And those playin' the wall don't be scared
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'Cause it's a foundation of breaks put to a beat
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Strong as concrete 'cause I'm rockin' the beat
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I'm in rock mode now' cause I'm steppin' like a soldier
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Move to the groove and try to hold your composure
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Never the less I'm back to attack
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I came to manifest, and express to this dope track
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Blow off the lid for the kid I get nice
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That's why the ladies scraem...Oh! Vanilla Ice!
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Forthcomin' I'm risin' to the top
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The real definition of funk is put to hip hop
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That's what I though, you're cause by the friction
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Pens to the pad when I'm shakin' the mixin'
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What I like to hear is a drummer get wicked
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The tone of a vocal thrown and then kick it
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Don't be surprised if your eyeballs swell
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I know it's hard to regard 'cause I'm loved by the females
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Masses of many, which is plenty, comes to a halt
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No one's in the runnin', so I guess that is my fault
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So pump up the crowd and give 'em somethin' to step to
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My DJ's at his max to enhance what I bring you
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The concepts hittin' so follow along like a cookbook
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Acknowledge the pros from all the titles I took, yea
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The crowd's at ease when I breat through the mic end
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As I whip up a dance better move all the mic stands
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I go to work on the floor like a wet mop
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If you've ever been moved, check it out when I rock
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(Repeat chorus)
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Throw your hands in the air and let's get hyper
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Flip this thing and sting like a viper
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Rollin' with the rhythm, I did it for my opponent
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If there was a crown to be taken, yea, I would own it
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Believe that my rhyme is spoken like it has to be
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With slang to stain it's a sheer catastrophe
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Sheer to the point, to the point it's like lethal
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The dope that I'm sellin' is not even illegal
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But, still knowck you out with clout to make you shout
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To rock the party people sho 'em what it's all about
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Money, yea, is the key to all problems
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If you believe that, then you should surely solve 'em
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'Cause i got the key, the key to attack
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The knowledge from my dome, from the top of my track
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To my foes, I can show I can flow 'cause I'm legit
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Thinkin' of a new dance, Ice will be workin' it
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(Repeat chorus)
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Ice Is Workin It
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| Vanilla Ice |
