Lyrics You Gots To Chill - Vanilla Ice

You Gots To Chill

You Gots to Chill…
Verse 1
Relax your mind let your conscience be free
And get down to the sounds of EPMD
Oh you should keep quiet while the MC rap
But if you’re tired then go take a nap
Or stay awake and watch the show I take
Because right now I’m 'bout to shake’n’bake
The E R I C K is my name I spell
Things to the clientele yo I rock well
I’m not an MC who' talkin' all that junk
About who can beat who, soundin' like a punk
I just get down and I go for mine
Say «Check 1−2"and run down a line
To the average MC I’m known as The Terminator
Funky beat maker, new jack exterminator
Destroyin' a ploy when your rhymes are not void
Never sweatin' your girl (Why P?) Cos she’s a skeezoid
When I’m on the scene I always rock the spot
I grab the steel with the crown on the top
In the beginnin' I like to let my rhymes flow
And at twelve I press cruise control
Sit back and relax, let my rhymes tax
Maintain MC’s while the Double E macks
Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill
Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill…
Verse 2
I be the personal computer, information on rap
Like the B-I-Z Markie says, I’ll make your toes tap
I format the rhymes step by step
Make 'em sound def to maintain my rep
Prepared to come off in case of a diss
Not worried about a thing, cos we can do this
I can turn the party out just by standin' still
Make the ladies scream and shout while the brothers act ill
Take total control of your body and soul
Pack a nine in my pants for when it’s time to roll
I’m the P-double-E M-D-E-E
And one thing I hate is a bitin' MC When I enter the party suckers always form a line
Then they ease their way up and try to bite my lines
I did thousands of shows, dissed many faces
And deal with new jacks on a one-to-one basis
But every now and then a sucker MC gets courageous
And like an epidemic it becomes contagious
But never the least they all R.I.P
For all those unaware it means Rest In Peace
Cos M. D stands for Microphone Doctor
And the capital P, capital M, capital D-E-E's no doubt the chief
Rocker
Don’t like to get ill, but if I have to I kill
So believe me boy, you gots to chill…
Verse 3
Catch every word I’m sayin', no there’s no delayin'
Don’t hestitate to motivate the crowd, I’m not playin'
Seeing is believing, you catch my drift?
Don’t try to adapt because I’m just too swift
(How swift?) I’m so swift and that’s an actual fact
I’m like Zorro, I mark a E on your back
I don’t swing on no ropes or no iron cords
The only weapon is my rappin' sword
Intimidate MC’s with the tone of my vocal drone
When I’m pushin' on the microphone
Cos I’m the funky rhyme maker, MC undertaker
The one who likes to max and relax
And, when it’s time, issue diggum-smacks
I keep their hands clappin', fingers snappin', feet tappin'
When it’s time to roll Uzi patrol’s packin'
The Pee MD, the mic’s my only friend
And through the course of the party I kill again and again
So if you’re thinkin' 'bout battlin' you better come prepared
Come wit' your shield and your armoured gear
You gots to chill…
Outro
DJ La Boss…
…takes no shorts.