SNOW RAPPER

There's no rapper who could
Hold a candle to the
Jolly old fella who arose such a clatter
On the microphone, like a black hole with the rapture
Have you going ghost just like your bro, Casper

There’s no rapper who could
Hold a candle to the
Jolly old fella who arose such a clatter
On the microphone, like a black hole with the rapture
Have you going ghost just like your bro, Casper

I tend to not identify with what the eyes see
They paint a cold picture that's so dull and icy
So let me take you behind the eyelids to a faraway island
Where I judge others based on whether they would share their iced tea

Might be some fists flying in the air
That's a flurry
That’s the way the weather's fair, so don't you worry
Mother Earth, she shows no mercy on this turbulent journey
Because a world without conflict is a sloppy written story

The slush and the sleet's got nothing on me
If it's just one degree, zipper up and repeat
You know, once I was weak, but the summit, I've reached
‘Cause my muscles got beefed when I shoveled the street

You'll need six wheel driving just to roll this deep
If you're quick to get tired, then jump in the backseat
This is slick black icing and it doesn’t taste sweet
Oh, that bigfoot sighting, uh, yeah that was me!

There’s no rapper who could
Hold a candle to the
Jolly old fella who arose such a clatter
On the microphone, like a black hole with the rapture
I'm an Ice Climber, call the PoPo on your Nana

There’s no rapper who could
Hold a candle to the
Jolly old fella who arose such a clatter
On the microphone, like a black hole with the rapture
I'm an Ice Climber, call the PoPo on your Nana

I'm so super cool, I nucleate
I don't need approval, mate
God gave me the tools to make a snowman with a cooky face

And do it, I won’t hesitate
Spitting heat on chilly beats for days
You could say I'm in my thermodynamic phase

These lyrics are falling like
Freezing cold particles
Onto my tongue
When I'm breathing oxygen
At people who scoff at this
Just call it quits
I'm spitting like a nor'easter's upon us it's
Defying the logic of your local meteorologist

And your piece is the opposite
It sounds like a traffic jam with the beeping and honking
It's like a cheesy cacophony
I'm a prodigy, on snow days I can make you hot and bothered
Got Maury calling Mother Nature telling her that I'm the father

Time is a friend and an enemy and the weather's no different
I'm just glad to see another day on earth I can live in
Even in an age where you can't show face
Every rapper is unique as a snowflake

There's no rapper who could
Hold a candle to the
Jolly old fella who arose such a clatter
On the microphone, like a black hole with the rapture
That'll have you going ghost just like your bro, Casper

There's no rapper who could
Hold a candle to the
Jolly old fella who arose such a clatter
On the microphone, like a black hole with the rapture
That'll have you going ghost just like your bro, Casper