You can't touch this

[GSXR RACER MIKE]

Ice, ice, baby...

Yo VIP let's kick it  ;)  ;D

Ice ice baby (x2)
All right stop collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harp00n daily and nightly
Will it ever stop yo I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Dance go rush to the speaker that booms
I'm 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 weight
You better hit bull's eye the kid don't play
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

CHORUS
Ice ice baby vanillla (x4)

Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in and the vegas are pumpin'
Quick to the point to the point no faking
I'm cooking MC's like a pound of bacon
Burning them if you ain't quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi-hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin' in my 5.0
With my rag-top 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 I'm heading to the next block
The block was dead
Yo so I continued to A1A Beachfront Avenue
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
Shay with a guage and Vanilla with a nine
Reading for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill because they're so full of eight balls
Gunshots rang 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
Bumpet to bumper the avenue's packed
I'm 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 yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

REPEAT CHORUS

Take heed 'cause I'm a lyrical poet
Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style's 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 I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while Shay revolves it

Ice ice baby vanilla
Ice ice baby (oh-oh) vanilla
Ice ice baby vanilla
Ice ice baby vanilla ice
Yo man let's get out of here
Word to your mother
Ice ice baby too cold
Ice ice baby too cold too cold (x2)
Ice ice baby

[Woofentino Pugrossi]

Heres Marks theme song. ;D ;D ;D




Body, wanna feel my body,
body, baby, such a thrill, my body
Body, wanna touch my body,
body, baby, it's too much, my body
Body, check it out, my body, body,
baby, don't you doubt, my body
Body, talking about my body, body,
baby, checking out my body

Listen here

Every man wants to be a macho man
To have the kind of body always in demand
Joggin' in the mornings, go man go
Work up to the hill's top, muscles grow
You can best believe me
He's a macho man
Glad he took you down with anyone you can
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Macho, macho man
I gotta be a macho man
Macho macho man
I gotta be a macho

Macho, macho man
I gotta be a macho man
Macho macho man
I gotta be a macho

Body, its so hot, my body,
Body, love to pop my body,
Body, love to please my body,
Body, don't you tease my body,
Body, you'll adore my body,
Body, come explore my body,
Body, made by God, my body,
Body, it's so good, my body

You can tell a macho, he has a funky walk
his western shirts and leather, always look so boss
Funky with his body, he's a king
call him Mister Eagle, dig his chains
You can best believe that, he's a macho man
likes to be the leader, he never dresses grand

Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
Macho, macho man
I've got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I've got to be a macho! (all right)

Macho, macho man (yeah, yeah)
I've got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I've got to be a macho! All Right!

Body, my body, body, wanna feel my body
Body, baby, body, body, come and thrill my body
Body, baby, body, body, love to funk, my body
Body, baby, body, body, it's so hot, my body

So hot, yeah my body
Allright

Everyman ought to be a macho, macho man
To live a life of freedom, machos make a stand
Have your own lifestyles and ideals
Access the strip of competence, that's the skill
You can best believe that he's a macho man
He's the special god son in anybody's land
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Macho, macho man
I gotta be a macho man
Macho macho man
I gotta be a macho

Macho, macho man
I gotta be a macho man
Macho macho man
I gotta be a macho

Macho, macho man
I gotta be a macho man
Macho macho man
I gotta be a macho

I gotta be a macho man
I gotta be a mucho mucho, macho macho man
I gotta be a macho


 ;D ;D

[spyderchick]

WOW, I'm really wishing the race season would start here in the MW before Road A... ::)

[Woofentino Pugrossi]

WOW, I'm really wishing the race season would start here in the MW before Road A... ::)

I wonder if I can get the tower to play that right before they announce Marks name for teh frid. ;D

[H-man]

Wow!  There're words in there I never realized.  I even misheard a number of 'em.

But that's not new for me.  I always thought Elvis' sang "Return December" and "Don't it make my brown eyes blue" was "Donuts make my brown eyes blue".

Of course, very few people could understand many of the words in early Elton John songs (e.g., Madman Across the River album.  Remember albums?)

[Woofentino Pugrossi]

Of course, very few people could understand many of the words in early Elton John songs (e.g., Madman Across the River album.  Remember albums?)

Someone said the E word. ;D ;D


I remember when rock was young
Me and suzie had so much fun
Holding hands and skimming stones
Had an old gold chevy and a place of my own
But the biggest kick I ever got
Was doing a thing called the crocodile rock
While the other kids were rocking round the clock
We were hopping and bopping to the crocodile rock

Well crocodile rocking is something shocking
When your feet just can't keep still
I never knew me a better time and I guess I never will
Oh lawdy mama those friday nights
When suzie wore her dresses tight
And the crocodile rocking was out of sight

But the years went by and the rock just died
Suzie went and left us for some foreign guy
Long nights crying by the record machine
Dreaming of my chevy and my old blue jeans
But they'll never kill the thrills we've got
Burning up to the crocodile rock
Learning fast as the weeks went past
We really thought the crocodile rock would last

[dylanfan53]

You guys need to listen to more Dylan...

The lyrics don't stick in your mind as much because, well, most people can't understand him...and those of us that do can't keep up because he's always changing them. Keeps you on your toes.  ;)

BTW...I took Hapkido once.  I was in with a bunch of wild ass Cook County sheriffs.  They beat on me like a rented mule...

[H-man]

I remember the title song to the "Good-bye Yellow Brick Road" ablum had some toughies.  Though even that album was a few years later into his US arrival.

It wasn't until college did someone point out the words were actually,

"Back to the howling old owl in the woods,
Hunting the the horney back toad.
Oh I've finally decided, my future lies
[and this part I'd get.  I just include it so you'll recognize where the above words are in the song]
Beyond the yellow brick road."

[H-man]

And now for what I thought he was singing,

Back to the [mumble, mumble - in tune] in the woods,
Back to society found.
Oh I found which side my future lies,
Beyond the yellow brick road.

Maybe that's why I'd never make it as a sonarman or radio operator?

[K3 Chris Onwiler]

As Jimi Hendricks didn't say, Excuse me while I KISS THIS GUY!   ;D ;D ;D ;D

[K3 Chris Onwiler]

Embarrassing story:
I've been a big Led Zeppelin fan for most of my life.  In fact, I began listening to their music at a fairly innocent age.  When you're young, you don't always catch the fact that a song might have a double meaning.  That doesn't mean you can't learn the words and sing along anyway!
So there I was, a twenty year old on his way home from a date with a rather, um.... COOPERATIVE AND ENTHUSIASTIC young lady.  It was a beautiful summer night, and I had the top dropped on my scarlett Torino rag with the big block and 4-speed.  My turbo mufflers, barking 50s and 200 watt under-dash graphic equalizer-power booster were ripping a hole in the peace and quiet of the summer evening.
Whole Lotta Love came on, and I cranked it!  Halfway through the song, Plant belted out the line, "Way down inside, woman, you need it!"  Revelling in the afterglow of a successful date, I suddenly realized that this particular song might actually be about something more than a man's affection for his gal.
Oh.  Oh s#it.  Wow.  Um, guess I must have missed that one.... :-[ :-[ :-[ :-[ :-[ :-[ :-[ :-[ :-[ :-[ :-[ :-[

Good thing I was alone at that moment, because I damn near died of embarrassment!

[K3 Chris Onwiler]

Sometimes what you don't know about a performer's personal life can have a big effect on how you view his music.  I'll never forget the day I found out that Rob Halford was gay.  Sorta puts a new spin on Breakin' the Law, doesn't it?  then I recalled one of my VERY FAVORITE Judas Priest songs, Turbo Lover.  Realizing that the song had been written by a gay man, I was like, "Oh!  Yuck!  Aw man!  That's so gross!  Eeeeeew!  Put my mind's eye out!"