Written by: vanilla ice & tha hit men
Produced by: vanilla ice & tha hit men
Published by: ice baby music, inc.,
Oliver and cooley music publishing., bmi
Background vocals (rap): vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: rober wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous sound studios, inc.

Crank it up, yo, and let me hear that system bump.
Cuz with this here I gotta get over the hump.
And you know what that means (that means)
Kickin out funky rhymes g (rhymes g)
I got the funky rjymes thatll please (thatll please).
And my jams break overseas (overseas)
So when I come to town be prepared to be hyped up.
Cuz when the mics turned on I get psyched up (psyched up)
The v.i.p. gets it started with intro.
Bustin smooth moves on top of instrumental
Turn up the beats in the jeeps louder
Here we go yall - with minutes of power

Minutes of power

Minutes of power
When I step to the mic - bro.
Vanilla ice does it right
And what Im sayin is - yo!
Ya suckers frontin what ya wantin is for me to fade
Thought I was outta here fools,
I aint goin away.
Back with the track that will keep my bank fat.
Hua! vanillas got the flavor for the funky format.
An if youre not givin up the credit I seek -
Vips in the house and theyre ready to creep.
Now whatcha gonna do when my boys are on you?
You know a hard head makes for a soft shoe.
So turn it up for the passengers - louder!
Its vanilla killa with minutes of power.

Walk through the smoke on the stage
And the girls scream.
Ice gets em hot, then they melt like ice cream.
Flowin with the swiftness
Kickin it with the quickness.
Fells gettin jealous cuz their girlies want a quick kiss.
When Im rolllin around in my 5.0 drop top
Turning up the sounds,
Cuz I wanna bump the hip hop.
People gettin mad cuz they hear the big bass hit.
I turn it up more just to let cha know I wont quit.
Ice has got it locked down and theres no stoppin it.
When I hear a track like this
You know that Ill be rocking it.
Sounds so sweet, it could never be sour
Here we go yall with the
M.......minutes of power.

Nows the time for the ice to let a rhyme rip.
Loadin up my lyrics with a 9 double m clip.
Shootin all enemies, youre not even a friend of me
I aint spike lee so I do the wrong thing g.
So down with luther campbell oh no.
I dont think so.
Travel state to state an and the ice man rips shows
Steppin in my path an you might get broken
I got it goin on an you know I aint jokin.
Power every hour an the ice keeps risin.
Sellin out arenas so dont look surprised
When vanilla shows up an the place explodes.
An if ya missed it - catch the next episode!
Gather up your troops,
Rush em to the record store -
An pick up the new lp from the ice man.
So let the funk flow louda
And le me hit cha - hit cha - hit cha
With the, with the
Minutes, minutes,
Minutes of power..