Damn, I'm killin' 'em

Every once in a while you need a track that picks you up by the scruff and tosses back into the game. 

I've been in quite the funk the past few months, an unusual occurrence for me, and while things are far from solved, they are slowly improving. And that is promising.

Back to tenacious tracks though.

I became a pretty big B.o.B fan when he released the mix-tape, No Genre, specifically because of the tune "Cold as Ice," which did some seriously stellar sampling of the classic Foreigner track by the same name.

Because I can, here is "Cold As Ice" by B.o.B:

B.o.B released his second studio album, Strange Clouds, earlier this year. For whatever reason, it got lost in the mix sometime between my take-off for Toronto and my arrival back in Kamloops.

This week, I rediscovered it hiding in among my other discs and realized that it hadn't even made its way into my iTunes or onto my iPod. Clearly this was a problem that needed to be resolved immediately.

After taking care of that minor oversight, I hit the hay for the night and didn't think much else of it.

This morning, right when I needed it, that pick-me-up track I mentioned earlier came blasting through my stereo. Talk about a great way to start the day.

Been listening to "Arena" all day long. I'll let the music do the rest of the talking.

If anybody feeling fresh in the building
Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
And say, "Damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them
I know they feeling me now"
And if you too fresh in the building
Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
And say, "Damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them
I know they feeling me now" 

And I'm still here with a lifestyle you would kill for
Still here with the same shoes that I had on from the get-go
Straight out of Atlanta, Georgia, for any of y'all that didn't know
And I'm never that hard to find because 420 is my zip code
My back then couldn't get dro, cause back then I was this broke
That's why I got so many hustles, Bruh man from the fifth floor
What would you do in the middle of the winter
When the sun goes down and it gets cold?
Growin' up in a house with no stove, no doors, no walls, no windows
And my brother was always fresher
I would go to school in his clothes, when I did go
So that's why now this the type of life that I live for
Comin' up as a youngin', man some nights I would vomit
I would throw up on myself cause I was so sick to my stomach
Now I'm the shit, fix the plumbing
Feel with my y'all, I'm this close
Spent my whole life chasin' shit, where's Nabisco?
My past memories, I miss those
Hey, all I can say is you get what you wish for

If anybody feeling fresh in the building
Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
And say, "Damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them
I know they feeling me now"
And if you too fresh in the building
Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
And say, "Damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them
I know they feeling me now" 

I'm fresh off my pit-stop, flow airtight with no Ziploc
Get shit pop when my shit drop, no hip-hop, this Tip hop
I'm back standin' at the tip top where I belong, it won't be long
'Til you hear me on a B.o.B song, some chick gettin' my skeet on
To touch the sole of my feet, G you gon' have to get your reach on
I'm up all the way high, all the way
fly on the ground and I'm off the radar
Bernie Madoff money, dawg got killers paid off with it all
I got the juice, could you place a call
and we place a call to who place a call
Don't get your part and not too hard, I disregard what you say
Back up the trunk and pass the buck, here's where I'm stoppin' today
Got swag all on me, homie, can't wipe it away we too ill, ill
That's how we got arenas, dumps and stadiums skill
How you feel? 

If anybody feeling fresh in the building
Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
And say, "Damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them
I know they feeling me now"
And if you too fresh in the building
Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
And say, "Damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them
I know they feeling me now" 

And I'm still here with a black whip from the strange clouds
And I'm still here with the same team, n*gga stay down
Still here for the east side, ain't a thing change but the bank account
Hands high when I come 'round cause I'm killin this shit n*gga, hands down
And I go hard, my passport's like a postcard
Give a fuck if I'm solo, I'll go toe-to-toe with your whole squad
With the soul of a soldier but even still I don't want no parts
And no n*ggas with no hearts, you cocksuckers need throat guards
I'm throwed off for the most part, a young dog with an old bark
Flow dumb, but I'm so smart, I compose art, call me Mozart
My nightlife's like a soap opera with two chicks like it's Noah's ark
They got nice dresses with no bras with good bodies like, "Oh God!"
From a poor child to on top like a mohawk
But I always knew I'd go far like a gas truck with no park
So no applause, hold the applause
Just put your hand up if you know the song 

If anybody feeling fresh in the building
Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
And say, "Damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them
I know they feeling me now"
And if you too fresh in the building
Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
And say, "Damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them
I know they feeling me now" 

If anybody feeling fresh in the building
Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
And say, "Damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them
I know they feeling me now"
Too fresh in the building
Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
And say, "Damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them
I know they feeling me now"