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Vanilla Ice Lyrics - Youíve Got to Look Up

Youíve Got to Look Up Lyrics:
(performed by derek b)

To the people in the front
And all the people in the back row
Nice to see yíall jammin left to
Right toe to toe

No more introductions you know
Who I am
If you donít I couldnít really
Give a damm!
So just slide to the glide of the
Rhyme in motion
Or rock to the rhythm of this magic potion

To have an opinion, not to follow a crowd,
Brothers and sisters say it loud
Not here to depress, only to stress
Yes, we can all get out of this mess
My license revoked, people think I choked,
Try to hange me with the rope, but nope,
See Iím too dope.

Youíve gotta look up
Youíve gotta
Donít ever look down
Donít let them put you down

With a bang the bass kicks once again,
Iíll repeat myself try to tell you again
No, not a politician or an
Just a down young man who watches and

Weary of the system tryin to rip us off
So they let you use drugs so your mind goes soft
Confused, amused at what the papers say
Never get their facts straight anyway
ícos Iíve lived through the night of a 1000 knives
Watched journalistic murder with
My damn eyes
Seen íem make, take, break many peoples lives
Fillin up the public with nothing but lies
Livin in a class segregated nation
Gutter press, comicbooks, mind information
Try to keep me quiet just sittin in the corner
But my name is derek b
Not little jack horner.

Chorus x 2

The plot thickens as the rhyme goes on
Can you hear "woo yea" anywhere
In this song
Let me take a breath, let me get some space
Hold tight letís kick in the bass,
Out of fourth gear rhyme in to cruise,
Lyrical language, bring you more news

If you have no ambition, no heart, or gold
No ambition no heart no soul
Gotta play to win no second place
Why do you think they call this the human race

Donít wanna be classified or be trendy
Donít like junkfood especially wendyís
No ad in no mag tells me what to wear
Or for that matter what to do with my hair
Not a hip house or hip hop just my kinda song
Delivered by the young black capricorn.


Life is much bigger than colour and greed
So slow down and onít feed your greed
Everyman for himself thatís not the way to go
Stick together then weíll all go
One world one colour one people as we dance
Get on the dancefloor
Now is your chance to express yourself by the way you move
The rhyme.... ambassador hereís my groove

Chorus x 2

Written by d. boland
Produced by: nyc & costello
Programmed by: d. carter & nyc & costello
Mixed and engineered by hot black four
Recorded at: matrix studios, uk
Mixed by gail "sky" king at soundworks, new york
Engineered by hugy dwyer at soundworks, new york

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