Lyrics of Unbreakable

Vanilla Ice

pochette album Unbreakable
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Release date : 21/04/2005

Duration : 0:03:09

Style : Hip Hop/Rap



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Darkman
V-ice
Trust me ain't nothing nice
Hardcore
My dog's unbreakable like dice
Hardcore
My dog's unbreakable like dice
Hardcore
My dog's unbreakable like dice

(verse 1: la the darkman)
I've been in bloody pictures
Ill as hitler back in germany
Kid's think they're burning me
You really ain't concerning me
King behold a mack 8 plus 3
And i draw rhymes fast as zorro draw that z
Draw guns - fast as white boys on tv
You can't fuck with me! trapper conti
Warfare my clan specialize in putting cats in
Wheelchairs
Pack a .38 snubnose name brand clothes
What's money to my clan was death to my foes
That's how it goes, my niggaz is gung-ho
God advocates sniping weak rappers with a crossbow
Stay on the low with a m-16 flow
In the benz with a dime bitch, puffin hydro
I'm ceo you're tko, john doe
My raps is like cheap keys straight from mexico
Yo, i flow like a ufo, all-pro
Rich kid, get my dick sucked in a tahoe
When i hear a beat it's like putting tims on my feet
Then run a track meet away from the beats, fuck police
I run the street with a mack milli for rappers who act silly
Cock it back, then smoke a nigga like a philly

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(verse 2: vanilla ice)
I draw my rhymes like a bow
Shoot 'em out like an arrow
Swooping on suckers like an eagle, not a sparrow
Walk a wide path, never ever walk it narrow
Step on stage with funky hip-hop apparel
Got the funky rhymes sometimes they leave you scared bro
It's like looking down a shotgun barrel
Hardcore
Runs through my veins like cocaine
V-ice, in your brains like bloodstains
Psycho!
When i step to the mic, bro
You know the ice'll do it right, what i'm saying is "yo"
Suckers fronting what you wantin is for me to fade!
Thought i was outta here, i ain't going away!
Back with the track, i keep my bank fat
You know i got the flavor for the funky format
You're not giving up, the credit i seek
Darkman's in the house he's ready to creep
Now what you gonna do
When my boys are on you
You know a hard head makes for a soft shoe
Now crank it up for your passenger - louder
Cause it's the thrilla killa, i bring this hardcore hour

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