Black Ice

Do you ever see that stuff that be

when it get cold that ice that you can't see?

See that shit happens sometimes

Yep, black ice

[Verse 1: Gipp]

Now you know and I know I done bumped every hole in the wall

did catch that phone call most of y'all did admit

thought it was tall, Gipp flipped like a dip

slipped fell on the black ice

Did you think twice, homeslice came and he went

Satisfied got bent bars ain't shit

Meetin coast to coast yeah I laughed and boast

Man do-si-dos, too many comin close to

[Chorus]

Touch what I never touched befo', seen what I never seen befo'

Woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high

[Verse 2]

Circulate like a Sunday paper

Capers caught long time, to cheap flicks, good picks

Paid hard, watch the hard turn sideways

Pick the tale for real sales to those who lose cash

Players keep your life for now

Feelin good and warm, windows rolled tight

Thirty-five degrees, nippy tonight, don't forget the chapstick

Lips dry quick, when the jack out

Make you wanna act out, take the slack out

Some people black out, hibernatin 'til we came back out

[Chorus] - 2X

[Verse 3]

I been in it for the past few days

Tighter than fades I'm knowin my plays

Now can I rap? Can I adapt? Not really sure yet

Who that lookin over the shoulders of those writin dreams

Fiendin for the taste of menthol

Missed class stayed in the hall

Lookin for a squeeze play, better yet a holiday

Stayed away from the pyramid board game

Broke it down to a neighborhood slang

Cash befo' fame

sky high (repeat 10X)

[Verse 4: Big Boi]

Now who done stepped in?

The nigga the B-I-B the secret weapon Boi

Slicker that Black Ice, throwin these flows like rice at weddings

So quit flexing, we speakin about

somethin that's refreshin to the earlobes

Pay for the room and still be in pimp mode

Like icebergs, Chryslers and Buicks

Some niggaz ain't on they jobs so them suckers here to lose it

Abuse they priveldges and now the whole village is, been shot to pieces

Cause niggaz are bitin that same stupid shit I mean that feces

Boy don't beep me, if you ain't got no work

I'm strictly bout these verses like the ones you hear at church boy

search boy, talkin about your dough and punk like lurch boy

Every time I heard you rhymin like a fucking jerk boy; simp, yeah!

[Verse 5: Andre Benjamin]

Friends, Romans, countrymen lend me yo' eardrums

It was a beautiful day off in the neighborhood

Yellows and greens and blues and browns

and greys and hues that ooze beneath dilapidated woods

Ain't a thing could explain what pertains

to cocaine it's a stain that rain

See summer roll around niggaz holla bout change

Then they steady move them ki's 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's way to bring home

the bacon when bacon was all gone

Makin it our own, takin me all wrong

We've all indulged in the bulge of those no-no's

No you ain't solo, it's even lower levels you can go

Take sun people, put 'em in a land of snow

[Chorus]