On the Ice

A subtitle by R3V0LV3R.

I was spitting

some rhymes last night.

That beat

you gave me was tight!

- You write it down?

- Couldn't stop for that.

I passed out mid-rhyme.

Do you remember anything?

- It'll come back to me.

- Yeah, right.

Do you doubt me, man?

Drop a beat.

- Nah. Nah.

- Come on, drop a beat.

Bump that.

Nah, nah. It ain't there.

You're just freaking out, dude.

- I got some news.

- What's up? You all right?

Nothing I can't handle.

- It's Uvlu.

- What? She finally dump you?

No. She ain't gonna

dump me, man.

She might be, ah...

Fat? Ain't that how

you like them chicks, dude?

No, I don't like them fat!

She might be pregnant.

- Damn.

- Well...

it's about time

I made my mom an grandma, right?

What are you gonna do?

Get a job, I guess. I mean,

it's not like I was going

to college with you anyways.

Trace is gonna hook it up

with some chronic to sell.

Don't look at me like that.

It's not like

I'm slinging crack.

You know you're gonna be

like my son's uncle, right?

Give him all that wisdom

you got in your head.

You know,

keep him on the level.

I gotta make sure

he's not too straight though.

I gotta have a little

crazy skimo running around.

What makes you think

it's gonna be a boy?

Inuk, please.

The ammunition I'm packing,

she probably got

one of each up in there.

Whatever, dude.

hell, yeah!

oh, man.

Man, back that up.

I wanna see it again.

Hey, you got too much speed.

You went too far.

- Yeah, I flew.

- Hey!

- hey, shitheads, man?

- What?

Who's got pot?

So what time are

we leaving tomorrow?

- Huh?

- We're going hunting, remember?

I'm down.

You mean if your boy

here will drive you.

Told you. Where are we going?

Down the coast?

Nah. There's too many

pressure ridges that way.

It'll take us half a day

just to get to the water.

I say we just go down

pass the runway, man.

No, no, dude.

There's cracks over there.

- Who told you that?

- My dad.

- He was out there last week.

- What? You scared?

No. I just don't feel like swimming

back if the wind kicks up.

I'm gonna catch me

a bunch of natchiq.

What? With that piece of sh*t

Man, my 30 aught 6 is gonna waste

your brand-new 308, muthafuckah!

On a mission

my dinner's old.

Pushin' a peddle, man,

I'm ridin' a load.

Tryin' to keep

my eyes on the road.

While I feel

a bite from the cold.

- ha-ha. What's that?

- Man, that's "yesking".

What kind of

b*tch ass rhyme is that, dude?

F*** you. That's the rhyme.

What you wanna bet?

If I'm right,

you can send that fine ass girl of

yours over and she can ride my usiq

- like she's been wanting to.

- F*** you, man.

Got your tunes?

Oh, yeah.

Ha. Have her come over

to my place tonight.

Give me time to finish off

my girl first though.

Unless she wants

to have a threesome.

How does she like it?

She like to ride or be ridden?

You're only saying that 'cause

I already had your girl, man.

I had your girl

and dumped her skanky ass.

I guess you like 'em

skanky though, huh?

With that skanky ass

mom of yours...

- hey. Yo, yo, yo...

- Hey, get off.

- Hey, get off.

- Are you f***ing crazy?!

Dude, he was just

messing around, man.

You're luck they caught us,

man, I'll pound your ass.

Yeah, you'd like that,

wouldn't you?

F*** you, man.

Damn.

She went three

months this time.

Phst.

Hello, son.

- Aivaaq, how're you doing?

- I'm good. How're you doing?

Good.

Are you staying for dinner?

Every chance I get.

- Mom home?

- Not yet.

- Darlene had something.

- What's for dinner?

All you think about your stomach.

I'm cooking tonight.

We're having nikipiaq.

Real food.

You still wanna stay?

Happy birthday to three boys...

Lord, bless this food.

May it be health to our bodies,

strength to our bones,

and peace to our minds.

- Amen.

- Amen.

Finally got

the rest of our lumber.

We can finish our shed

this weekend.

- We were gonna go out.

- Where?

Out on the ice.

- Which way?

- Down past the runway.

Just you two?

James is probably

gonna come, too.

- Hi, daddy.

- Hey, ballerina.

- ahh!

- Ya, ya, ya.

Hi, Aivaaq. How's your mom?

- She's okay.

- Is that tutu?

The one he shot last fall.

Last little bit of it.

They're going out

this weekend though,

bring home some natchiq

for the freezer.

- Where are you going?

- Just out.

Don't stay out too late.

All right.

Go see your grandma first.

I couldn't check on her today.

Okay.

Hey, Qalli. Hey, Aivaaq.

My mom told me

not to talk to strange girls.

- What's up?

- Don't talk to 'em, Qalli.

They'll get you into trouble.

You guys here about

that party at Roscoe's?

- What?

- Yeah.

His parents are

out of town or something.

Is that where you guys

are going right now?

- Yeah.

- You guys want a ride?

- Could we get Uvlu first?

- Sure.

- Where's James?

- He's already there.

He send you guys

to look for us?

No.

So you guys came looking for us yourselves?

I see how it is.

- Dude.

- As if.

Don't worry, Michelle. Your secret's safe.

I won't tell James.

- hey, what's up, man?

- 'Sup, homes?

Hello.

Hey, girl. Where you been?

I've been waiting for you.

Yeah, I can see that.

- Hey, Ellie.

- 'Sup, cuz?

You've been caught, fool.

Let's get you guys some drinks.

That's what I'm talking about.

F*** you, guys!

F*** you, guys!

F*** you, guys!

F*** you!

Oh!

Hey, Qalli!

Qalli, get over here, bro!

- "Bump that arctic thug."

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