Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hit 'Em Hard , by - Vanilla Ice. Song from the album Mind Blowin', in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.1993
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Hit 'Em Hard |
| Here comes the lyrical breakdown |
| Move out the way punk and take a seat clown |
| It’s the Ice Man slicin', dicin' |
| Hittin' like Tyson |
| So listen to the rhythm I givin' em |
| My lyrics got the impact of a Mac truck |
| When I’m sendin 'em |
| Yo, my funky rhymes flow |
| Kickin it like psycho |
| And I’m exploding like nitro-glis |
| Coming like a hurricane bliss |
| Straight sacking the track like a quarterback |
| My man Zero is back with a killer slice |
| I’m blowin' up the mic |
| Ya damn right, Vanilla Ice |
| With twice the punch |
| I put the crunch on Marky |
| And take the funky out of his bunch |
| I hit the home run |
| You got to third base, son |
| I’m in first place |
| Take a seat clown for the beatdown |
| Uh, tonight’s the night of the big fight |
| With the mic in my hand I got the grip tights |
| Ready to swing it like a Louisville slugger |
| Right at the head of a sucka |
| Crack home run |
| How did it feel to have the mic hit ya dome, son? |
| Uh! |
| I tried to make your head ring like a church bell |
| I put it on ya hard |
| I’ll make ya hurt well |
| Cuz you fell into my booby traps |
| No more good vibrations |
| I’m tired of your boots raps |
| So I eat ya like scooby snacks |
| And maybe roll you like a zig zag |
| Or smoke you like a hootie mac |
| You did what I did |
| So you’re gonna lose kid |
| Cuz to me you’re still a new kid on the block |
| Get off my jock |
| Get off my diznok |
| Before you get dropped |
| For the beatdown |
| Yeah, this is the last verse |
| Should I say the last round |
| And it’s time I knock out another class clown |
| Sit down and take notes |
| As Vanilla kicks ballistics with dope lyrics |
| Oh what a pity, though |
| Cuz ya had to spend three million dollars on your video |
| It was a good video and I can admit that |
| All that money’s wasted cuz your songs wacked |
| I make stuff to make the people gather |
| And let 'em see us in a pit |
| I wanna slam dance with ya Hammer |
| Now can I kick it, of course I can |
| Yo, you will get burned out, then turned out |
| I’m gonna keep comin strong, song after song |
| Ya thought I’d fade, well ya dead wrong |
| I’m the imperial threat for this sound fools |
| Ha ha, here comes the lyrical beatdown |