Do you ever see that stuff that be When it get cold that is that s*** you can't see? See that s*** happens sometimes. Yep, black ice.
Now you know and I know I done bumped every hole in the wall Did catch that phone call most of why'all did admit Thought it was tall, Gipp flipped like a dip Slipped fell on some black ice Did you think twice, homeslice come in he went Satisfied got bars can't s*** Meetin' coast to coast yeah ( ? ) man do-si-dos Too many coming close coz
[Chorus] Touched what I never touched before, seen what I never seen before Woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high
Circulate like a Sunday paper Capers caught tony tone with cheap flicks Good pick pay hard watch the hard turn sideways Pick the tale for real sale for the who lose cash Flesh keep your life for now Feeling good and warm with the rug tight Thirty five degrees nippy tonight, don't forget the chapstick Lips dry quick when the jack out make you want to cut out Take the slack out some people black out Hibernating to a cave blackout
I been in it for the past few days Tighter than fades I know my plays now can I rap? can I adapt? Now really sure yeah who's that looking over the shoulders Of those writing dreams Feening for the taste of menthol missed class stayed in the hall Looking for a squeeze play better yet a holiday Stayed away from the pyramid board game Broke it down to a neighborhood slang, cash before fame
Sky high [Repeat: x10]
Now who done stepped in? the n**** the be -I-g the secret weapon boy Slicker that black ice throwing them flows like rice at weddings So quick flexing, you speaking sum' that's refreshing to the earlobes Pay for the room and still be in pimp mode Like icebergs, chryslers and buicks Some n****s ain't on their jobs so them suckers tend to lose it Abuse their privileges now their whole village is shot to pieces 'Cause n****s be biting that same stupid s*** I mean that feces Boy don't beat me if you ain't got no work I'm strictly about these verses like the ones you hear at church boy Search boy, talking about your dough and punk like lurch boy Every time I heard your rhyming like a f***ing jerk boy, simp, yeah!
Friends, Romans, countrymen lend me you eardrum It was a beautiful day off in the neighborhood Yellows and greens and blues and browns And greys and hues that ooze beneath dilapidated wood Ain't a thing could explain but what pertains To cocaine it a thing that rain See summer roll around n****s all about change Then they steady move them keys like Bob James 'Cause old man winter's arrived The temperature dives November just died December's alive Thus it ain't no typical ride Just individual way to bring home the bacon when bacon was all gone Making it our own taking me all wrong We've all indulged in the bulge of these no-nos No you ain't solo, its cause lower levels you can go Take sun people put them in the snow