Too Cold
(Vanilla Ice, Earthquake, M. Smooth)
All right stop, collaborate and listen
Ice is back I got 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
Now turn off the lights (huh) and I'll glow
And to the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Too cold, too cold
Too cold, too cold
Too cold, too cold
Too cold
but you be talkin' that shi*(repeating until next verse)
Dance, bum rush the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, now as 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
And if there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby
Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby
Take heed, 'cause 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
'Cause my style is like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed, this is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and know you wanna step with this
Swamp plays on the fade, slice like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast, Other DJ's say "damn"
If rhyme was a drug, you know I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic and when I kick my juice
And if there was a problem, you know that I would solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it.
Ice Ice Baby (throw your hands in the air, let me know you're out there)
Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby (throw your hands in the air, let me know you're out there)
Ice Ice Baby, too fuc*in' cold
Too cold, too cold, 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
Ice Ice Baby
Too cold, too cold
Produced By Ross Robinson
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The smoke gets away
The sun is coming up
To salute the horrible day
An endless battlefield
Overcrowded with death
Ah there's no-one there
Who could have been blessed
No singing of a bird
Rustle of a tree
And all is carried off
All is carried off
For a few merciless creatures
The war is a game
And all the time
They want to play it for gain
Ooh the war has ended
No singing of a bird
Rustle of a tree
And all is carried off
All is carried off
It is all over
Life was in vain
All that had seemed important<