Ice is back with my brand new invention. Something grabs a hold of me tightly, flow like a harpoon daily and nightly. Will it ever stop? Yo, I don’t know. Turn off the lights and I’ll glow. To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal; light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle.
Go rush the speaker that booms. I’m killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom. Deadly, when I play a dope melody. Anything less than the best is a felony. Love it or leave it, you better gain way. You better hit bull’s eye, the kid don’t play.
If there was a problem, yo, I’ll solve it; check out the hook while my DJ revolves it.
— Honorary Atlanta Banana Weather Correspondent Emeritus Robert Van Winkle