Ice Ice Baby

(album: Platinum Underground - 2005)

Ice ice baby, ice ice baby

Alright stop
Check out the hook
Ice
Alright stop, alright stop, alright stop

Alright stop
Collaborate and listen
Ice is back with a 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, rush the speaker that booms
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 the 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

Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in, and the Vegas are pumping
Quick to the point, to the point, no faking
Cooking MCs like a pound of bacon

Burning them they ain't 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 and it's time to go solo

Rolling in my 5.0
With my rag top 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 bust a left and I'm heading to the next block
The 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
Don't play with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine

Ready for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill 'cause they're full of eight ball
Gunshots ranged out like a bell
I grabbed my nine, all I heard was 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, 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

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

Great 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 DJ revolves it

Ice ice baby. Vanilla. Ice ice baby. Vanilla
Ice ice baby. Vanilla. Ice ice baby. Vanilla

Ice
Word to your mother!

Ice ice baby too cold, too cold, ice ice baby too cold too cold
Ice ice baby too cold, too cold, ice ice baby too cold too cold