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Do you ever see that stuff that be…
when it get cold that ice that you can’t see?
See that s–t happens sometimes.
Yep, black ice.

Big Gipp Verse 1:

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 didn’t met me
thought I was tall, Get flipped like a dip
slipped fell on da black ice
did you think twice, homeslice came and he went
satisfied got bent bars ain’t s–t
Mutant coast to coast yeah laughed and boast man do-si-dos
too many coming close cause

Touched what I never touched before, seen what I never seen before
woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high

Verse 2:

Circulate like a Sunday paper
capers caught long time with cheap flicks
good picks pay hard watch the hard turn sideways
clip the tale for real sales to the who lose cash
flesh Live 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 til we came back out

Chorus x2

Verse 3:

I been in it for the past few days
tighter than fades I know all my plays now can I rap? Can I adapt?
now really sure yet who’s that looking over the shoulders
of those writing dreams
Feening 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 neighborhood slang, cash before fame

sky high (x 10)

Verse 4: Big Boi

Now who done stepped in? The n—a the B-I-G the secret weapon boy
slicker that black ice throwing them flows like rice at weddings
so quick flexing, you speaking about sankin that’s refreshing to the earlobes
pay for the room and still be in pimp mode
like icebergs, Chryslers and Buicks
some n—-s ain’t on their jobs so them suckers tend to lose it
abuse their privileges and now the whole village is been shot to pieces
coz n—-s 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 about 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 your rhyming like a fucking jerk boy, simp, yeah!

Verse 5: Andre

Friends, Romans, countrymen lend me you eardrums
it was a beautiful day off in the neighborhood
Yellows and greens and blues and browns
and grays and hues that ooze beneath dilapidated wood
Ain’t a thing could explain but what pertains
to cocaine & sustaining rain
See summer roll around n—-s all about change
then they steady move them keys like Bob James
Coz 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 them in Atlanta snow


The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.