Sky High
OutKast Lyrics


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Do you ever see that stuff that be
When it get cold that is that s*** you can't see?
See that s*** happens sometimes.
Yep, black ice.

Now you know and I know I done bumped every hole in the wall
Did catch that phone call most of why'all did admit
Thought it was tall, Gipp flipped like a dip
Slipped fell on some black ice
Did you think twice, homeslice come in he went
Satisfied got bars can't s***
Meetin' coast to coast yeah ( ? ) man do-si-dos
Too many coming close coz

[Chorus]
Touched 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 tony tone with cheap flicks
Good pick pay hard watch the hard turn sideways
Pick the tale for real sale for the who lose cash
Flesh keep your life for now
Feeling good and warm with the rug tight
Thirty five degrees nippy tonight, don't forget the chapstick
Lips dry quick when the jack out make you want to cut out
Take the slack out some people black out
Hibernating to a cave blackout

[Chorus: x2]

I been in it for the past few days
Tighter than fades I know my plays now can I rap? can I adapt?
Now really sure yeah 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 [Repeat: x10]

Now who done stepped in? the n**** the be -I-g the secret weapon boy
Slicker that black ice throwing them flows like rice at weddings
So quick flexing, you speaking sum' 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 now their whole village is shot to pieces
'Cause n****s be biting that same stupid s*** I mean that feces
Boy don't beat 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 f***ing jerk boy, simp, yeah!

Friends, Romans, countrymen lend me you eardrum
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 but what pertains
To cocaine it a thing that rain
See summer roll around n****s all about 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 individual 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 these no-nos
No you ain't solo, its cause lower levels you can go
Take sun people put them in the snow





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The song "Black Ice" by Outkast and Goodie Mob talks about the dangers of black ice and uses it as a metaphor for the challenges and struggles in life. The song also touches on various issues such as drug addiction, class struggle, and racism. The lyrics start off with a reference to black ice, which is a thin layer of ice on the road that is difficult to see, and how it can cause accidents. The metaphor is extended to describe the challenges that the artists have faced in their lives. They talk about how they have all faced obstacles and made mistakes, but have learned to keep moving forward.


The lyrics then shift to talking about various issues affecting the African American community. They mention drug addiction and how it can lead to people making bad choices. They also talk about the struggle to make ends meet and how people will do whatever it takes to make money. They criticize the system that keeps people in poverty and how it leads to a cycle of hopelessness. Despite all of these struggles, the artists remain optimistic about the future and believe that they can overcome any obstacle.


Overall, the lyrics of "Black Ice" are a reflection on the struggles and challenges faced by the African American community. They use the metaphor of black ice to describe the difficulties of life and the need to stay vigilant and keep moving forward.


Line by Line Meaning

Do you ever see that stuff that be When it get cold that is that s*** you can't see? See that s*** happens sometimes. Yep, black ice.
Have you ever witnessed the phenomenon of black ice? It's when the temperature drops and the ice becomes invisible, leading to accidents. It's an unfortunate occurrence that happens from time to time.


Now you know and I know I done bumped every hole in the wall Did catch that phone call most of why'all did admit Thought it was tall, Gipp flipped like a dip Slipped fell on some black ice Did you think twice, homeslice come in he went Satisfied got bars can't s*** Meetin' coast to coast yeah ( ? ) man do-si-dos Too many coming close coz
I've been around the block and have encountered many obstacles. One time, my friend Gipp was surprised by a phone call and accidentally fell on black ice. We all have to be careful when we're out and about, especially since we travel a lot for our coast-to-coast work.


[Chorus] Touched what I never touched before, seen what I never seen before Woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high
I've experienced things that I never thought I would before, and it's been eye-opening. Even waking up and seeing the beautiful sky can be a new experience in itself.


Circulate like a Sunday paper Capers caught tony tone with cheap flicks Good pick pay hard watch the hard turn sideways Pick the tale for real sale for the who lose cash Flesh keep your life for now Feeling good and warm with the rug tight Thirty five degrees nippy tonight, don't forget the chapstick Lips dry quick when the jack out make you want to cut out Take the slack out some people black out Hibernating to a cave blackout
Life is like a never-ending cycle similar to a Sunday paper. Sometimes people get caught up in scandals or make poor financial decisions. We have to be careful, but also keep our priorities straight and focus on our well-being, especially in the cold weather when our lips and bodies can dry out quickly.


I been in it for the past few days Tighter than fades I know my plays now can I rap? can I adapt? Now really sure yeah 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
I've been working hard and perfecting my craft, but I still have moments of doubt and insecurity. Sometimes I feel like someone is watching over my shoulder or criticizing my work. I strive for success and the luxuries that come with it, but always prioritize my personal growth and stay away from risky situations.


[Chorus: x2]
I've had transformative experiences that have changed my perspective on life, and I'm grateful for them.


Now who done stepped in? the n**** the be-I-g the secret weapon boy Slicker that black ice throwing them flows like rice at weddings So quick flexing, you speaking sum' 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 now their whole village is shot to pieces 'Cause n****s be biting that same stupid s*** I mean that feces Boy don't beat 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 f***ing jerk boy, simp, yeah!
I'm the secret weapon and my rhymes are unstoppable, even slicker than black ice. Some people try to copy my style and act like they're big shots, but they end up ruining their reputations with their bad behavior. I stay true to my roots and values and keep my focus on the craft of rhyming.


Friends, Romans, countrymen lend me you eardrum 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 but what pertains To cocaine it a thing that rain See summer roll around n****s all about 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 individual 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 these no-nos No you ain't solo, its cause lower levels you can go Take sun people put them in the snow
As Shakespeare said, lend me your ears. It's a beautiful day in my neighborhood, where there's a variety of colors that blend together. Cocaine is a drug that can bring temporary happiness, and people tend to make changes in the summer but still engage in risky behavior. However, we all have to find ways to make ends meet and adapt when resources are scarce, even if it means making unpopular choices. We're not alone in our struggles, and sometimes we have to take a step back and reevaluate our priorities.


[Chorus]
I've experienced a lot of new things and my perspective has changed, but I'm still grateful for each day and what it brings.




Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: CAMERON F. GIPP, DAVID A. SHEATS, ANDRE BENJAMIN, ANTWAN PATTON

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@janepatton8100

The South got sumthin to say...

Break beats with these rhyme stones droppin on the song real heavy like a ton
But not to be mistaken with precious stones or DJ'ing we relating to jewels that leave the beat crushed.
This heat'll blow their wigs so keep'em laced up, no front
Our goal is to stay calm, nonchalant
If they want it, they can get it, it's a privilege the South said it
The old adage we multiply like Rabbits, I gotta hunch, uh
It's been a bunch of y'all neglecting the art
We caring about every word like we're raising the bar
The black ice types, on mics be like, when like minds see right thru the holes of space and beyond
Unpredictable like the seriousness of a bomb threat
Or flying over the Atlantic in, an unknown jet
This beat be the catalyst that ignites the apparatus, the pens savage raising havoc on enemies of intellect, uh
They want beef, we can have lunch many of us have wants
But it's only one of us who has funds
I'm not bragging, Im'a dragon
Repping dungeon fam son
Moving to the beat of one drum
Different strokes move the world, so my will is (Willis) to stay dungeon
They vets, wise as heck but aren't-old (Arnold) like Phil drumming
Sit calm (sitcom) or rerun (re-run) if this went over your onion
This verse is black ice so you didn't see it coming



@jenlefever5

'Circulate like a sunday paper...'

Timeless word flow... Neva to be forgotten! I tell my seven year old son, "boy, few more years and you've got some serious historical lyrical knowledge coming at ya... Knowledge from momma straight to you, from all the BuBoes who gave the knowledge to me when i was just a girl... Getting to know myself and hip hop, in the world, when i needed to escape from the world, and call else in between, moments when I was an Outkast, to other moments when society decided I wasn't, temporarily, cause nothing lasts, forever and always, everything is temporary, except for one thing, family, lets marinate on that for a minute..." And my son knows what that means, indeed, he does.

My son listens, to me, when I speak, every time... As if my words were strong enough, to pull us both out of present time and place, fluid is my delivery and he understand my flow... Amazed, I find him and his life force/energy to be... Yet, even more so, incredible, I find him and his mind space/ awareness to be..
Indeed, he is, all of these things I lay down in free-form, lyrics of my life_I give to him as he is the life-force, walking on, as he has already had to suffer the tragic death of his father, taken from us to soon, details of that to be continued another day...
It is now my job, to raise a man, without my man, with his father standing over us in his heavenly-angelic form, to know if Im giving him, all and everything he needs, every bit of wisdom that a young man needs, being not a man but a woman myself... Who is to know... Who is really to know...
But, as his mother and with all of my intuitive energy working full force, i can confidently say, my young man understand... He is incredible, and he completely knows my references, both to and of my path in life... Speaking of those moments of, 'back in the day'...
Extraordinary, he is, as he listens as I speak, and says to me, 'Momma, I pick up what you throw down...'
....
And the historical lyrical lessons are, indeed, to be continued....



All comments from YouTube:

@PinGMaj

Big Gipp deserves his flowers for this song. One of Goodie’s best tracks.

@sagganuts18

one of Andre's best verse in my opinion. Amazing rhyme scheme, paints such a vivid image.

@TheBeLuvdTRex

The nigga is gifted. Its sad he don't like to rap.

@Lord_Don

Average as usual


No gassin lil homie

@Lord_Don

Andre borrowed his flow from


Mr Ku - Born threat

You’re welcome

@Lord_Don

@Democrats Suck that's atl knowledge

You're a apple music boy... you're not here yet

@eliyyahsilva1282

Absolute top 3.

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@floydwebb2377

What a time to be alive. Kids today will never understand how pivotal 90s hip hop was/is

@youreacrackhead8887

Nope they won't. I feel bad for them for all this garbage music they grew up on since the beginning of 2010s decade. 2000s had it's garbage music too

@silverjoystix4696

@@youreacrackhead8887 I agree to a certain extent. While today's music pales in comparison to what we grew up listening to, I don't want to completely say that new music is without merit.

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