Unbreakable

V-Ice

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    (feat. La the Darkman)

    [Chorus]
    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 B hold 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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    [Chorus]

    [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

    [Chorus x2]

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