Do you ever see that stuff that be,nWhen it get cold, that ice that you can't see?nSee, that shit happens sometimes.nYep, black ice.nnNow you know, and I know, I done bumped every hole in the wall, y'all.nDid you catch that phone call most of y'all didn't met me?nThought I was tall, get flipped like a dip.nSlipped, fell on da black ice.nDid you think twice? Homeslice came and he went.nSatisfied, got bent bars, ain't shit.nMeetin' coast to coast, yeah, lamped and Bo-man do-si-dos.nToo many coming close 'cause...nn[Chorus]nTouched what I never touched before, seen what I never seen before.nWoke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high.nnCirculate like a Sunday paper.nCapers caught Tony Tone with cheap flicks.nGood picks pay hard; watch the hard turn sideways.nClip the tale for real sales to the who, lose cash.nFlesh Live your life for now.nFeeling good and warm, windows rolled tight.nThirty five degrees; nippy tonight, don't forget the chapstick.nLips dry quick when the jack out make you want to act out.nTake the slack out, some people black out.nHibernating to a cave, backout.nn[Chorus x 2]nnI been in it for the past few days.nTighter than fades, I know all my plays now can I rap? Can I adapt?nNow really sure, yeah, who's that looking over the shouldersnOf those writing dreams?nFeening for the taste of menthol; missed class stayed in the hall.nLooking for a squeeze play, better yet, a holiday.nStayed away from the pyramid board game.nBroke it down to a neighborhood slang, cash before fame.nnSky high.nSky high.nSky high.nSky high.nSky high.nSky high.nSky high.nSky high.nSky high.nSky high.nnNow who done stepped in? The nigga the be fucking the secret weapon, boy.nSlicker, that black ice throwing them flows like rice at weddings.nSo quick flexing, you speaking about sankin'; that's refreshing to the earlobes.nPay for the room and still be in pimp mode.nLike icebergs, Chryslers and Buicks.nSome niggas ain't on their jobs, so them suckers tend to lose it.nAbuse their privileges, and now the whole village has been shot to pieces.n'Coz niggas are biting that same stupid shit, I mean that feces.nBoy, don't beat me if you ain't got no work.nI'm strictly about these verses, like the ones you hear at church, boy.nSeach boy, talking about your dough and punk like lurch boy.nEvery time I heard your rhyming, like a fucking jerk boy, simp, yeah!nnFriends, Romans, countrymen, lend me you eardrums.nIt was a beautiful day off in the neighborhood;nYellows, and greens, and blues, and browns, nAnd greys, and hues that ooze beneath dilapidated wood.nAin't a thing could explain but what pertains,nTo cocaine and sustaining rain.nSee summer roll around; niggas all about change,nThen they steady move them keys like Bob James.n'Coz old man winter's arrived, nThe temperature dives,nNovember just died,nDecember's alive.nThus it ain't no typical ride.nJust individuals way to bring home the bacon when bacon was all gone.nMaking it our own, taking me all wrong. nWe've all indulged in the bulge of those no-nos.nNo you ain't solo, there's even lower levels you can go.nTake sun, people, put them in the snow.nn[Chorus]