Black Ice
Outkast & Goodie Mob 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

"Black Ice" is a song by Outkast and Goodie Mob that is rich in metaphors and imagery. The song opens with a description of black ice, which is a thin layer of ice on roads that can't be seen, and how it can sometimes cause accidents. The black ice symbolizes the unexpected challenges in life that can cause one to stumble and fall. The first verse talks about how the singer has made mistakes in the past but has learned from them. He references a phone call that caused problems for everyone involved, but only he admitted to his part in it. However, he then slipped on black ice, which made him realize that anyone can make mistakes regardless of their past successes.


The song continues with references to various types of capers, schemes, and hustles that people engage in to make money. The chorus emphasizes the idea that experiencing new things and seeing beauty in unexpected places can help one "touch" new levels of understanding and perspective. The second part of the song talks about the cyclical nature of life, where winter represents hard times and challenges, while summer is a time of change and growth. The lyrics also emphasize the importance of personal responsibility, as it is up to each person to make their own path in life and bring home the bacon when there seems to be none available.


Line by Line Meaning

Do you ever see that stuff that be
Have you ever noticed that thing that happens


When it get cold that is that s*** you can't see?
When things get icy, it becomes dangerous and difficult to see


See that s*** happens sometimes.
This is a common occurrence


Yep, black ice.
This phenomenon is known as black ice


Now you know and I know I done bumped every hole in the wall
I am experienced and have been around the block


Did catch that phone call most of why'all did admit
I was eavesdropping on a conversation that most of you were a part of


Thought it was tall, Gipp flipped like a dip
I thought it was impressive, but Gipp was unimpressed and quickly changed his mind


Slipped fell on some black ice
He slipped and fell on black ice


Did you think twice, homeslice come in he went
Did you consider the danger of black ice before venturing out?


Satisfied got bars can't s***
I am content with my current situation


Meetin' coast to coast yeah (?) man do-si-dos
We are traveling all over the country and enjoying ourselves


Too many coming close coz
There are too many people getting too close to us


[Chorus]
Repeating the chorus


Touched what I never touched before, seen what I never seen before
I have experienced new things that I never have before


Woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high
I woke up to the beautiful sky and felt content


Circulate like a Sunday paper
We are spreading through the area like the Sunday paper


Capers caught tony tone with cheap flicks
Tony Tone was caught doing something illegal


Good pick pay hard watch the hard turn sideways
We have to make wise choices and pay attention to prevent things from going wrong


Pick the tale for real sale for the who lose cash
We must be careful and pick our battles wisely


Flesh keep your life for now
We must prioritize our lives over materialistic things


Feeling good and warm with the rug tight
We are feeling warm and comfortable


Thirty five degrees nippy tonight, don't forget the chapstick
It is chilly out, and we must not forget to take care of ourselves


Lips dry quick when the jack out make you want to cut out
Our lips become dry due to the cold weather


Take the slack out some people black out
Some people become careless and pass out in these conditions


Hibernating to a cave blackout
People who react poorly to the winter might stay indoors and avoid going out


[Chorus: x2]
Repeating the chorus twice


I been in it for the past few days
I have been dealing with this for a while now


Tighter than fades I know my plays now can I rap? can I adapt?
I am learning my way and figuring things out


Now really sure yeah who's that looking over the shoulders
I don't know who is watching me


Of those writing dreams
Of those who have aspirations


Feening for the taste of menthol missed class stayed in the hall
They crave the sensations of feeling good, even if it means avoiding responsibilities


Looking for a squeeze play better yet a holiday
They seek out pleasure and relaxation


Stayed away from the pyramid board game
They avoid pyramid schemes


Broke it down to a neighborhood slang, cash before fame
They went back to their roots and put their money and success first


Sky high [Repeat: x10]
Repeating 'sky high' 10 times


Now who done stepped in? the n**** the be-I-g the secret weapon boy
Who is the newcomer here?


Slicker that black ice throwing them flows like rice at weddings
They are very smooth and polished, like black ice, and have great delivery


So quick flexing, you speaking sum' that's refreshing to the earlobes
They are impressing and refreshing the listener


Pay for the room and still be in pimp mode
They are confident and commanding


Like icebergs, chryslers and buicks
Like these vehicles, they are cool and powerful


Some n****s ain't on their jobs so them suckers tend to lose it
Some people are not doing what they are supposed to and will likely fail


Abuse their privileges now their whole village is shot to pieces
They took advantage of their opportunities, and now their community is in trouble


'Cause n****s be biting that same stupid s*** I mean that feces
People keep copying each other, even if it is stupid.


Boy don't beat me if you ain't got no work
Don't mess with me if you have nothing to offer


I'm strictly about these verses like the ones you hear at church boy
I am focused and dedicated to my craft


Search boy, talking about your dough and punk like lurch boy
You should focus on making money and being serious, not wasting time


Every time I heard your rhyming like a f***ing jerk boy, simp, yeah!
Your flow is terrible and annoying.


Friends, Romans, countrymen lend me you eardrum'
Please listen to me, friends


It was a beautiful day off in the neighborhood
The day was beautiful and enjoyable


Yellows and greens and blues and browns
The colors of the day were vibrant and diverse


And greys and hues that ooze beneath dilapidated wood
Even the rundown buildings had their own charm


Ain't a thing could explain but what pertains
The experience cannot be fully explained


To cocaine it a thing that rain
It is like a cocaine high


See summer roll around n****s all about change
As the seasons change, people tend to crave new things


Then they steady move them keys like Bob James
They start to make major moves like Bob James


'Cause old man winter's arrived
Winter has arrived


The temperature dives
The weather becomes much colder


November just died
November has passed


December's alive
December has come


Thus it ain't no typical ride
The journey ahead is not ordinary


Just individual way to bring home the bacon when bacon was all gone
We are finding unique ways to succeed when the regular methods don't work


Making it our own taking me all wrong
We're making things work while people might be misunderstanding and judging us


We've all indulged in the bulge of these no-nos
We've all given in to temptation and done things we shouldn't have


No you ain't solo, its cause lower levels you can go
You're not alone in making these mistakes, and things can always get worse


Take sun people put them in the snow
People must adjust and adapt to different situations




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

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@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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