Do you ever see that stuff that be
when it get cold that ice that you can t see?
See that shit happens sometimes
Yepblack 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 tallGipp flipped like a dip
slipped fell on the black ice
Did you think twicehomeslice came and he went
Satisfied got bent bars ain t shit
Meetin coast to coast yeah I laughed and boast
Man do-si-dostoo many comin close to

[Chorus]
Touch what I never touched befo seen what I never seen befo
Woke up and seen the sun sky highsky high

[Verse 2]
Circulate like a Sunday paper
Capers caught long timeto cheap flicksgood picks
Paid hardwatch the hard turn sideways
Pick the tale for real sales to those who lose cash
Players keep your life for now
Feelin good and warmwindows rolled tight
Thirty-five degreesnippy tonightdon t forget the chapstick
Lips dry quickwhen the jack out
Make you wanna act outtake the slack out
Some people black outhibernatin 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 playbetter 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 Icethrowin these flows like rice at weddings
So quit flexingwe speakin about
somethin that s refreshin to the earlobes
Pay for the room and still be in pimp mode
Like icebergsChryslers and Buicks
Some niggaz ain t on they jobs so them suckers here to lose it
Abuse they priveldges and now the whole village isbeen shot to pieces
Cause niggaz are bitin that same stupid shit I mean that feces
Boy don t beep meif you ain t got no work
I m strictly bout these verses like the ones you hear at church boy
search boytalkin about your dough and punk like lurch boy
Every time I heard you rhymin like a fucking jerk boy; simpyeah!

[Verse 5: Andre Benjamin]
FriendsRomanscountrymen 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 arrivedthe temperature dives
November just diedDecember 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 owntakin me all wrong
We ve all indulged in the bulge of those no-no s
No you ain t soloit s even lower levels you can go
Take sun peopleput em in a land of snow

[Chorus]

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