Black Ego Lyrics
| Song | Black Ego |
| Artist | Digable Planets |
| Album | Blowout Comb |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Digable Planets | |
| Alright boy, ah 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 remain 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 let's let into in my pocket pack | |
| Pummel and I epic black ethic lack, I walk again | |
| You were shade gray ,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 maybe's | |
| That's right, baby | |
| That?s right, show you right, alright | |
| That?s right, show you right, alright | |
| That?s right, show you right, alright | |
| 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 doodlebugm 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, alright | |
| That?s right, show you right, alright | |
| That?s right, show you right, alright | |
| 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, you 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 | |
| We'd swoop and fight in, out the corners | |
| Do my thang like you be with a nigga | |
| That?s right, show you right, alright | |
| That?s right, show you right, alright | |
| That?s right, show you right, alright | |
| That?s right, show you right, alright | |
| That?s right, show you right, alright | |
| That?s right, show you right, alright | |
| That?s right, show you right, alright | |
| That?s right, show you right, alright | |
| That?s right, show you right, alright | |
| ... |
| zuo ci : Digable Planets | |
| Alright boy, ah 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 remain 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 let' s let into in my pocket pack | |
| Pummel and I epic black ethic lack, I walk again | |
| You were shade gray , 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 maybe' s | |
| That' s right, baby | |
| That? s right, show you right, alright | |
| That? s right, show you right, alright | |
| That? s right, show you right, alright | |
| 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 doodlebugm 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, alright | |
| That? s right, show you right, alright | |
| That? s right, show you right, alright | |
| 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' semiswerve to the curb like the do | |
| I' m fro, blow, you 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 | |
| We' d swoop and fight in, out the corners | |
| Do my thang like you be with a nigga | |
| That? s right, show you right, alright | |
| That? s right, show you right, alright | |
| That? s right, show you right, alright | |
| That? s right, show you right, alright | |
| That? s right, show you right, alright | |
| That? s right, show you right, alright | |
| That? s right, show you right, alright | |
| That? s right, show you right, alright | |
| That? s right, show you right, alright | |
| ... |
| zuò cí : Digable Planets | |
| Alright boy, ah 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 remain 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 let' s let into in my pocket pack | |
| Pummel and I epic black ethic lack, I walk again | |
| You were shade gray , 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 maybe' s | |
| That' s right, baby | |
| That? s right, show you right, alright | |
| That? s right, show you right, alright | |
| That? s right, show you right, alright | |
| 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 doodlebugm 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, alright | |
| That? s right, show you right, alright | |
| That? s right, show you right, alright | |
| 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' semiswerve to the curb like the do | |
| I' m fro, blow, you 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 | |
| We' d swoop and fight in, out the corners | |
| Do my thang like you be with a nigga | |
| That? s right, show you right, alright | |
| That? s right, show you right, alright | |
| That? s right, show you right, alright | |
| That? s right, show you right, alright | |
| That? s right, show you right, alright | |
| That? s right, show you right, alright | |
| That? s right, show you right, alright | |
| That? s right, show you right, alright | |
| That? s right, show you right, alright | |
| ... |
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