The S-Man Cometh

Who says Republicans are melons? 

Assemblyman Cameron “Word-to-Your-Mother” Smyth was way crump the other night at Fiona Ma’s karaoke fund-raiser. So ill was the always dap S-Man that he totally overstood Vanilla Ice’s “Ice, Ice Baby.” 

Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it: 

Yo, vip, lets kick it! 

Ice ice baby, ice ice baby

All right stop, collaborate and listen

Ice is back with my brand new invention

Something grabs a hold of me tightly

Then I flow like a harpoon daily and nightly

Will it ever stop? yo — I dont know

Turn off the lights and Ill glow

To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal

Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle. 

Dance, bum rush the speaker that booms

Im killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom

Deadly, when 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 bulls eye, the kid dont play

If there was a problem, yo, Ill solve it

Check out the hook while my dj revolves it

 

Ice ice baby vanilla, ice ice baby vanilla

Ice ice baby vanilla, ice ice baby vanilla 

Now that the party is jumping

With the bass kicked in, the vegas are pumpin

Quick to the point, to the point no faking

Im cooking mcs like a pound of bacon

Burning them if theyre not quick and nimble

I go crazy when I hear a cymbal

And a hi hat with a souped up tempo

Im on a roll and its time to go solo

Rollin in my 5.0

With my ragtop down so my hair can blow

The girlies on standby, waving just to say hi

Did you stop? no — I just drove by

Kept on pursuing to the next stop

I busted a left and Im heading to the next block

That block was dead 

Yo — so I continued to a1a beachfront ave.

Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis

Rockman lovers driving lamborghinis

Jealous cause Im out geting mine

Shay with a gauge and vanilla with a nine

Reading for the chumps on the wall

The chumps acting ill because theyre so full of eight balls

Gunshots ranged out like a bell

I grabbed my nine — all I heard were shells

Falling on the concrete real fast

Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas

Bumper to bumper the avenues packed

Im trying to get away before the jackers jack

Police on the scene, you know what I mean

They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends

If there was a problem, you, Ill solve it

Check out the hook while my dj revolves it 

Ice ice baby vanilla, ice ice baby vanilla

Ice ice baby vanilla, ice ice baby vanilla 

Take heed, cause Im a lyrical poet

Miamis on the scene just in case you didnt know it

My town, that created all the bass sound

Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground

cause my styles like a chemical spill

Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel

Conducted and formed, this is a hell of a concept

We make it hype and you want to step with this

Shay plays on the fade, slice like a ninja

Cut like a razor blade so fast, other djs say, damn

If my rhyme was a drug, Id sell it by the gram

Keep my composure when its time to get loose

Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice

If there was a problem, yo — Ill solve it!

Check out the hook while deshay revolves it. 

Ice ice baby vanilla, ice ice baby vanilla

Ice ice baby vanilla, ice ice baby vanilla 

Yo man — lets get out of here! word to your mother! 

Ice ice baby too cold, ice ice baby too cold too cold

Ice ice baby too cold too cold, ice ice baby too cold too cold 

Peace out

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