Mind Blowin

Written by: vanilla ice, tha hit men, zero
Produced by: vanilla ice, tha hit men, zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc.,
Oliver and cooley music publishing, bmi.
Talkbox: jeffrey smith
Bass: mike daane
Drums: davis bickston
Guitar: andy timmons
Background vocals (rap): vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: robert wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous studios, inc.

Now everybody wants to have fame
But you'll pay the price if you're not plain' it by the game
Cuz this game is made up of a bunch of crazy rules,
And fools get took if they're not plaing by the rules.
Now, the ice is kickin' it, kickin' it kickin' it like a champ,
But don't try to play me like some wet food stamp.
They say that it was a fluke,
Cuz i used a fat loop,
But here's the sccop, troop
The ice is back to make it hoop.
An' since it's 94, and now i'm back on the scene,
Escapin from the hell of takin' it to the extreme.
It's kind of strange, cuz people say you've changed...
But i never changed,
Even though i got fame,
Yo, i'm still the same...ugh!

Fame, i'm still the same person,
I never ever switch, an' even if i'm rich.
But now it's like an itch,
Cuz i love the music.
They say i do it for the money,
And it's funny, clockin' all the honeys;
The ones that used to dis - now they wanna kiss.
Lookin' at what my troops got,
Now they're getting their boots knocked.
Damn it's a shame - do i love 'em
No i don't "g".
A couple of yeas ago, they didn't want me
Now i got these so called friends,
It's down with the ice,
Cuz they know i'm makin' ends.
But my real friends have been friends through the fame.
An' since i have fame ain't a damn thing changed,
Yo i'm still the same...ugh!

And let me tell you about the pros and the cons,
Fame only lasts if you keep droppin' them bombs.
Now in the public eye - you know i'm havin' to admit it,
You become a target for a whole lot of critics.
Reporters stickin' to ya like white on rice.
Now everywhere i go they wanna interview the ice.
Before every show it's like i'm steadily surrounded
By all of my fans and the media's houndin'
This is not a dis cuz i love all my fans,
But the media doesn't really understand.
They take what ya say, twist it around into lies,
And the next thing ya know,
A bunch of rumors start to fly.
Then they try to make you out to be a straight liar,
And next you'll be the front page of hte national enquirer.
Oh what a price to pay to play this crazy game,
You betta' be prepared if you ever reach fame.
Yo, i'm still the same...ugh!

Written by: vanilla ice, tha hit men, zero
Produced by: vanilla ice, tha hit men, zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc.,
Oliver and cooley music publishing, bmi.
Vocals: deedee harris
Background vocals (rap): vanilla ice
Bass: mike daane
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: robert wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous studios, inc.

Here it is a dope hit.
Iceman comin' with the dope hit.
Cuz a few suckers need their throats slit,
Jealous cause i went multi-platinum.
Now i'm gonna blast them in the head,
Till they're dead with my magnum lyrics.
Might be simplistic, but i'm no gimp,
On the strength cuz i know how to pimp it.
Now i got grip and suckers keep sinkin in my quicksand,
Vanilla ice vocal hit man.
Got the number 3 in my crosses sittin' on the rooftoop,
Pop-pop-pop,
Pop goes the weasel was a bag fa-flop-flop.
The brothers didn't like your record,
Cuz it wasn't hip-hop=hop,
But this ain't a dis, cuz you sold gold.
Still a made a killin'
Cuz it ain't even a tenth of eleven million.
Givin' my rhyme spice, while my dj's on the slice,
Vanilla ice is back on the map, with the wrath of
The iceman.

Ice, ice, man...the wrath of the ice man

I'm the ice, the iceman but i'm no superhero,
So baby just cut that zero.
I'm gettin tired of those punks gettin jealous,
Trying to say that i might be another elvis.
Forget that i'm vanilla, the funky rhyme killa,
The dope song deala, ready to pilla cap of a wack mc
There's no wack in me, and big dollars is all i'm stackin' g
So give a boost to the volume.
I got the funky-funky sounds to make the cars boom,
So step back and give me room, as i consume the others
The iceman is bringin' doom to the suckers
Yes, for the lovers of hip-hop.
And for my foes they get popped, you shouldn't step to the man
When i'm swingin like tyson.
Yo, punk this is the wrath of the iceman.

Now i'm on everybody's hit list, so there gonna get dissed,
Now there on my hit list.
It's like that cause i'm the mizzak i carry my striszap,
To bust a kizap, don't try to jizak me, cuz my life is
Like hectic, when i made a record, now i'm gettin
Hounded every second, see i'm like the one.
They love to hate, so i made this album much harder
To set the stupid critics straight,
And i'm still droppin bombs, you know the rap world,
A battle field in vietnam, and i'm creepin like a sniper.
Takin' out the suckers with an album that is
Funkier and hyper, the type of street stuff
I like listenin to, funky bass and breaks to make your
Speakers shake, earthquake breaks the richter scale
Check out the aftermath.
Yo, this the wrath of the iceman.

Ice, ice, man...the wrath of the ice man

Written by: vanilla ice, zero, tha hit men
Produced by: vanilla ice & zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc.
Bmi.
Drums: steve williams
Background vocals (rap) by: vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: rober wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous sound studios, inc.

I draw my rhymes like a bow
Shoot 'em out like an arrow.
Swoopin' on suckers like an eagle not a sparrow
I'm walkin' a wide path.
I never ever walk it narrow
Steppin' on stage with funky hip hop apparel.
I got the funky rhymes
Sometimes they leave ya scared bro.
It's like lookin' down a shotgun barrel
Pump up the sounds to the max.
As if ya dare yo, my groove is dope
An' i hope that you're prepared so,
Give it up smooth cuz the ice is got it sewed up
The bum rush is on, an' vanills'a gonna blow up
Dead in your grill - loc.
I'm kickin' it real fly - hops
This is how it's done homies,
An' ya know i got funky rhymes.

I got the rhymes that's pumpin'
Keeps the jeeps bumpin'
Sounds that's thumpin'
Women wanna jump in
I ride down many streets
Rockin' all the big beats
My albums's on the top
With a bullet for many weeks
This is how it's done - see
Doin' it for my fnas g
Doin' it for dallas an' everybody in miami
Thought i was down with luke
No but here's the scoop
You make all your loot -
But ya can't even pay your group
Well man that's straight wacked!
In fact, i hate that
Watch yourself cuz ya might get paid back
All this funky dope stuff
I'm kickin' it real fly - hops
This is how it's done homies
An' ya know i got funky rhymes

Written by: vanilla ice, tha hit men, zero
Produced by: vanilla ice, tha hit men, zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc.,
Oliver and cooley music publishing, bmi.
Talkbox: jeffrey smith
Bass: mike daane
Drums: davis bickston
Guitar: andy timmons
Background vocals (rap): vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: robert wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous studios, inc.

Written by: vanilla ice, zero, rod johnson
Produced by: vanilla ice & zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music,
Inc., bmi.
Keyboards: darryl delite allamby
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: rober wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous sound studios, inc.

I remember way back when
Lookin' for the right girl to be my friend.i searched and searched but still never campe up.
On the right one who would be mine and the only one.
Luck never came my way,
And all i ever came up with is a broken heart ya see.
I couldn't stand to be alone why my boys
Strit kick it with the bitties while i sat by the telephone.
Everytime i hear it rang it wasn't who i want it to be.
It was just the same ol' thing, another day another
Hearache
No pain, no gain, just lookin' for a good thang.
Moma use to say don't look for love,
Just let it come around and surely one day it'll be found.

Ya see i'm kinda like 2 pac, when i get around
But the ice goes down.

I go down, i go down, i go down baby, i go down
I go down, i go down baby doll, i go down

Step up if ya think ya out there
I know it's gotta be a tender
Who'll remember ice somewhere.
That's only if you're ready for a real one
I need a tender and yea i gotta feel one.
I wanna tease and please and do it all with ease
But ya gotta be right and all dat
There when i need ya perfect like kodak,
Picture perfect body like an hour glass figure.
Cool in tha head and i gotta dig her,
The type that never says no,
Cuz she's down to the fullest.
Cool like the wind blows,
And i ain't trying' to search and find
I guess it's true when they say
That love is blind,
You see i'm kinda like 2 pac, when i get around
But the ice goes down

Now i'm on tour and got the past behind me,
But i need something to remind me,
Of the days when i played the kissing game.
But now things changed and no i ain't the same,
I made a come up, and now they run up
They all scream i'm the one, that wants to give the luv up.
But ice ain't got no time for games
I need a real love, like mary j. blighe know what i sayin.
But the odds are still against me, i'm making paper
And still need that one, that wants to be with me.
And not for the money, nor the fame, but for me
One who can give me that security.
So if you're out there this one's for you,
You'll be down with me, then maybe i'll be true
You see i'm kinda like 2 pac, when i get around
But the ice goes down

Written by: vanilla ice, zero, marcus smith, tha hit men
Produced by: vanilla ice & zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc., bmi.
Background vocals (rap): vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: rober wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous sound studios, inc.

Get loose
Vanilla ice is here with the juice.
No use for steppin' so give the bass a boost
Produced by the 3 man crew
Not a deuce just a hit man.
Keepin' rappers necks in a noose
I'm gettin' juiced up,
But vanilla's not souped up.
Check out the read dope track that i looped up
All you poo but sucka's plain' the back in fact black.
If you run up i'll flip you like a flapjack,
An' roll you up like a knappack
Crack that skull with bat
You should've known you're rap's wacked
You lack the style and skill to even get paid.
Grab the mic and you will verbally get slayed.
I raid the track like a terrorist
And with my napalm bomb lyrics,
I got 'em scared of this.
So be prepared to be taken to the twilight zone
And the vip is bad to the bone.
Ain't no way against me you can get juice
Ain't no way against me you can get juice
Ain't no way against me you can get juice
Back off the stage,
An' watch vanilla ice get loose.

Get loose...all the ladies, get loose...all the fellas, get
Loose...all the brothers, get loose...all the mothers, get
Loose...all the sisters, get loose...now the dogs, get
Loose...everybody, here we go, here we go

Get loose as i boost the juice
Once more for the people who wanted it.
An' didn't know what's in store,
I've got another big hit
Of course a vanilla rides the groove like a gemballa
Porsche.
I got zero on the cut like a lumberjack better yet a
Butcher
Guaranteed to put cha in the right mood
We make ya dance in a frenzy.
Sucka's gettin' mad cuz i'm getting all the skins "g"
Plus i'm makin' all the ends "g".
And the women wanna ride my pickle like it was a bicycle
Or just lick it like a popsicle.
I got a little time to waste so baby put it in my face
I wanna taste you neta and i bet-cha,
I get-cha, right where i wan-cha,
And i'm about to let-cha have it.
I'm talking about my carrot, you're the bunny rabbit
Here it is baby doll, honey, grab it
Open up so i can have it.
Ooh...whee do like bbd and do me baby
You're the lady who makes
Me looney screamin' ice ice baby
Straight knockin' the boots just cuz i'm a super star.
And she knows this that's why i do her far
Or should i say long, if you know what i mean.
I'm talking about my ice cream - yea
I make the girls scream, as i give up the juice
Vanilla ice is here, to make the girls get loose...

Written by: vanilla ice & tha hit men
Produced by: vanilla ice & tha hit men
Published by: ice baby music, inc.,
Oliver and cooley music publishing., bmi
Background vocals (rap): vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: rober wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous sound studios, inc.

Crank it up, yo, and let me hear that system bump.
Cuz with this here i gotta get over the hump.
And you know what that means (that means)
Kickin' out funky rhymes "g" (rhymes "g")
I got the funky rjymes that'll please (that'll please).
And my jams break overseas (overseas)
So when i come to town be prepared to be hyped up.
Cuz when the mics turned on i get psyched up (psyched up)
The v.i.p. gets it started with intro.
Bustin' smooth moves on top of instrumental
Turn up the beats in the jeeps louder
Here we go y'all - with minutes of power

Minutes of power

Minutes of power
When i step to the mic - bro.
Vanilla ice does it right
And what i'm sayin' is - yo!
Ya suckers frontin' what ya wantin' is for me to fade
Thought i was outta here fools,
I ain't goin' away.
Back with the track that will keep my bank fat.
Hua! vanilla's got the flavor for the funky format.
An' if you're not givin' up the credit i seek -
Vip's in the house and they're ready to creep.
Now whatcha gonna do when my boys are on you?
You know a hard head makes for a soft shoe.
So turn it up for the passengers - louder!
It's vanilla killa with minutes of power.

Walk through the smoke on the stage
And the girls scream.
Ice gets em hot, then they melt like ice cream.
Flowin' with the swiftness
Kickin' it with the quickness.
Fell's gettin jealous cuz their girlies want a quick kiss.
When i'm rolllin' around in my 5.0 drop top
Turning up the sounds,
Cuz i wanna bump the hip hop.
People gettin' mad cuz they hear the big bass hit.
I turn it up more just to let cha know i won't quit.
Ice has got it locked down and theres no stoppin' it.
When i hear a track like this
You know that i'll be rocking it.
Sounds so sweet, it could never be sour
Here we go y'all with the
M.......minutes of power.

Now's the time for the ice to let a rhyme rip.
Loadin' up my lyrics with a 9 double m clip.
Shootin' all enemies, you're not even a friend of me
I ain't spike lee so i do the wrong thing "g."
So down with luther campbell oh no.
I don't think so.
Travel state to state an' and the ice man rips shows
Steppin' in my path an' you might get broken
I got it goin' on an' you know i ain't jokin'.
Power every hour an' the ice keeps risin'.
Sellin' out arenas so don't look surprised
When vanilla shows up an' the place explodes.
An' if ya missed it - catch the next episode!
Gather up your troops,
Rush 'em to the record store -
An' pick up the new lp from the ice man.
So let the funk flow louda'
And le me hit cha - hit cha - hit cha
With the, with the
Minutes, minutes,
Minutes of power..