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, y'all Did you catch that phone call? Most of y'all that met me thought I 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 Mutant, coast to coast, yeah, I laughed and boast Man, do-si-dos, too many comin' 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 Cook the tail for real sales to those who lose cash Players keep your life for now Feeling good and warm, windows rolled tight 35 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 (touch what I never touched before) Seen what I never seen before Woke up and seen the sun Sky-high, 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 knowin' my plays Now can I rap? Can I adapt? Not really sure yet Who that lookin' over the shoulders of those writin' dreams? Fiending 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 before fame Sky high, sky high Sky high (sky high) Sky high (sky high) Sky high (sky high) Sky high (sky high) Now who done stepped in? The nigga, the B-I-G, the secret weapon, boy Slicker than Black Ice, throwin' these flows like rice at weddings So quit flexing, we speakin' about Something that's refreshing to the earlobes Pay for the room and still be in pimp mode Like Iceberg, Chryslers and Buicks Some niggas ain't on they jobs so them suckers here to lose it Abuse they privileges and now the whole village's been shot to pieces 'Cause niggas 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 is long like Lurch, boy Every time I heard you rhymin' like a fucking jerk, boy, simp Yeah! Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your 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 wood Ain't a thing could explain what pertains to cocaine and sustaining reign See, summer rolls around, niggas holler 'bout 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 individuals' 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-nos No, you ain't solo, there'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