Vanilla Ice: The people's choice

It's not what you say It's how you say it Give me a microphone On stage, I'll display it Playing me right and you'll get played out Like Polka dots and people will shout Dirty words cause you're a nerd I'm first, you're third It's absurd to think that you heard Better rhymes than these I'm bringing sucker MC's, down to their knees Tease your thoughts like a feather to atoe Although the beat seems slow My groove will still flow My rhymes are soulful art That makes your heart dance Melodic tones move your mind to a quick trance Everytime I rhyme I find the audience is Mine, caught by every line Sparkle like a gem with my golden voice POSSE: "Why do they love you man?" I'm the people's choice CHORUS I wanna thank you for lettin' me Be myself I wanna thank you, uh Thank you baby I wanna thank you for lettin' me Be myself I wanna thank you, uh Thank you baby Let's swing it Step aside or you'll get stepped on Cause I'm steppin' real hard an my rhymes are real strong Just like Atilla, an MC killer A crowd thriller, no once chiller than the man With the mic in his hand, I"m a trip All the girls on my tip Fellas are jealous so I put in the clip Of my 9-millimeter, GLOCK at my hip fifteen shells all over the place They would chase, if it wouldn't disgrace The date that they came with Cause that would be a dis Tsk, tsk, they don't know what they missed A chance to dance with the man with The golden voice POSSE: "Why do they love you, man?" I'm the people's choice CHORUS Sucker MC's - I scare 'em Girlies - I gotta love 'em Rhymes - comin' out of my ears the competition - in tears Slick dance moves - by the dozens Battles - please step up 'cause I love 'em Settin' up suckers like pins on a bowling ball And you're gonna fall You won't hit, it's a bottomless pit Of rhymes, comin' straight from the mind Of a genius, and I can't be modest When I make a threat, you bet I keep it Like a promise, so Shake like a leaf when you see me comin' Frankly, you're better off runnin', fast And don't look back, wack Go take a nap, get off that crack, jack Crowds move by the sound of my golden voice POSSE: "Why do they love you, man?" I'm the people's choice CHORUS