Lyrics Digable Planets

Digable Planets

Black Ego

alright boy

ahh man

give you your rights

here we go again

you have the right to remain silent

hey ish what's goin on?

chill, chill it's cool

give up the right to remail silent

anything you say can and will be used against you

whatever man, whatever

do you understand each of these rights i've explained to you

oh like i ever had rights kid

do you wish to give up the right to remain silent?

hell yeah

so now lets let into

in my pocket, pummel and i epic

black ethic lack, i walk again

you were shade grey

come display mazes in black

fire in the west

shit is shakin it's fly

i'm in lookies when i pushin vinyl time

up the forts, where i'm caught

and my thought to shakin up a few loose

now i let my cause shoo krs one

cause we fade in and out, are you swingin or coming

i'm solid on this thought, this ain't livin

it's heavy every set back, even when i was a shorty

now we cross you and your foe, thrice

check me in another place space enjoy

nothing you could server could ever ace me boy

fat laces i'm out fat and no babies

that's right baby

that's right, show you right

i got harlem on my mind, darren on my back

brooklyn in my blood, and butters on the track

i got insect thoughts, catch the cool ways

clouds of purple haze keep me in a daze

the jazz the jive the poetry

the style, the lingo, the bags of equality

many different things tryin to get to me

but in a world of hard rock, i keep my humility

the funkanaut from the kingdom of not

with galactic sure shot, they can't won't don't stop

flock to the rhythm i bring

sing songs call survival on the mingus revival

scored the bass hit with my bugged out clique

it's doodlebug give me love for a visual script

sip the groove juice, it's kinda rough

sevens never bluff, i had enough, eleven

that's right, show you right

in the east i rose

froze in the pose

of a land diseased

flows that coolest summer breeze

nikki did kevin braids, we got four in the lac

as we swoop at warp seven, holler don't crowd cats

cause look corpie is the color and butter he do it low

all you hear is poppers and rubber i'm sayin oh

man we keep it poppin on hot day shit

i got the fish eggs droppin any block you dip

and i dazzle that mood with the cool out fool

easin semi-swerve to the curb like the do

i'm fro, blow, got that right

groove with soul and i'm still spinnin

cross 110 and indicate em somethin else

blackest space, deepest sea

my shit's on natural high

the man can't put no thing on me

so dig me when my mind stretch out, it's astro black

time reachin end to end, nappy afro blue

do my ang like you be with a nigga

that's right, show you right