Black Ice (Sky High) [feat. Outkast]

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

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

Did you 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, home slice came and he went

Satisfied got bent bars ain't shit

Meeting coast to coast yeah I laughed and boast

Man doe see dose, too many coming close to

Touch 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 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

Feeling 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, hibernating till we came back out

Touch what I never touched before, seen what I never seen before

Woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high

Touch what I never touched before, seen what I never seen before

Woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high

I been in it for the past few days

Tighter than fades I'm knowing my plays

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

Who that looking over the shoulders of those writing dreams

Fiendin' 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 neighbourhood slang

Cash before fame

Sky high, sky high

Sky high, sky high

Sky high, sky high

Now who done stepped in?

The **** the B I G the secret weapon boy

Slicker than Black Ice, throwing these flows like rice ate weddings

So quit flexing, we speaking about

Something that's refreshing to the earlobes

Play for the room and still be in pimp mode

Like icebergs, Chryslers and Buick's

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

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

'Cause **** are biting 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 talking about your dough and punk like lurch boy

Every time I heard you rhyming like a fuckin' jerk boy, simp, yeah

Friends, Romans, countrymen lend me yo' eardrums

It was a beautiful day off in the neighbourhood

Yellows and greens and blues and browns

And grey 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 **** holla 'bout change

Then they steady move them key'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

Making it our own, taking 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

Touch what I never touched before, seen what I never seen before

Woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high