Trellion & Figment - Ice Capades lyrics

[lyrics originally transcripted by jimmy dyna & etze] Figment Yo, black and white Dutch type, Ι like to read a film Remove the green from the silvers Proceed to build - all night Heavily blazed Smoking weed until - My evening chill Morphed into a sleeping pill It's like I need to fill my lungs with this skunk And the reaper's seeking easy k**s, shocked that I'm breathing still Still, I get lost in the vapors So underneath a glacia face is where my base is Vagueness Scribe icy cave capers You're weightless, it's like you've tried to stay nameless Too many freaks and - Not enough circuses There's worthless verses dropped on all surfaces -you're going nowhere- But you can't stop trying When you're gonna learn This is art, not science Your heart's not fire Your veins aren't frigid In the graveyard chilling Off the radar blizzards I'd - follow you out on tour cause I've gots to see what the f** happens out of morbid curiosity Drop a beat Maybe freestyle a minute I can tell straight away that your heart's not in it Like you've hit rock bottom and you can't stop digging Little ha-ha gimmicks No your bars aren't thrilling, b**h Villainous Skelly criminal kids - its: keeping it minimal Plus that syllable sh** Trellion Ex minus One bottle of oxychloride Corpse-like when I walk by on your port side Disappear down a chalk mine on the fourth night Lord I - need to stop checking Ms Davis That b**h got me so'thing crazy I know who did finger-claimed her But I'm the one who maimed her Crater city kingpin I know we got you thinking Sinking in your simulated pretty little vision of this place that you live in But I'mma talk about a different island The only problem is: it's a b**h to find it Off the coast to nowhere Yes, I hope you go there See a different side of life Get twisted by the light Head-spinning on a spike by the firelight Dynamite wire to your fire-wire, boom, bye bye Catch a type seen silhouette Trademark duplicate You're kinda illin' but you're nothing like the real It's a damn shame - that you couldn't live to see another day Some might call it fate Some lie on a shape [?] Some died in the waves Others flied to the caves Thinking that they might get away Never lie to my face And if you do, lie in a grave Way before you hit 52 lines on the page Pitiful, time for a break from this ritual Type of display that I'm giving you