Black Ego Songtext
von Digable Planets

So now let′s let into
In my pocket pack
Pummeling the epic
Black ethic lack
I walk again
You a shade gray
Come display mazes in black
Fire in the west
Shit is shaking, it's fine
I′m in Nikki's wonder wheels
In vinyl time
Of the thoughts where I'm caught
And my thoughts are shaking up a few loops
Now I let my cool shoot
K-Riss one
′Cause we fade in and out
Are you swinging or coming?
Now I′m silent on this thought
This ain't living, it′s heavy
Every setback


Even when I was a shorty
Now we cross you and your folk
Thrice
Check me in another place, space, enjoy
Nothing you can serve could ever ace me, boy
Fat laces, I'm out
Fatally, no maybes
That′s right, baby
That's right, that′s right, baby
That's right, that's right, baby
That′s right, that′s right, baby
That's right, that′s right, baby
That's right, that′s right, baby
That's right, that′s right, baby
I got Harlem on my mind
Devil on my back
Brooklyn in my blood
And Butta's on the track
I got insect thoughts
Cats with 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 trying to get to me
But in a world of hard rock
I keep my humility
The funk and not from the kingdom of not
With galactic sure shot
The can won't don′t stop
Flock to the rhythm I bring
Sing songs called survival on Amina′s arrival
Scored a base hit
With my bugged out clique
It's Doodlebug, give me love for original script
Sip the groove juice
It′s kind of rough
Sev is never bluff
I had enough
Eleven
That's right, that′s right, baby
That's right, that′s right, baby
That's right, that's right, baby
That′s right, that′s right, baby
That's right, that′s right, baby
That's right, that′s right, baby
That's right, that′s right, baby
In the east I roll
Frozen the poles
Over land and seas
Flows that cool as summer breeze
Nikki, D, Kev, and Muggs, we got four in the 'Llac
As we sweep at war, seven holler
Don't crowd cats, cause look
Coffee is the color and Butta, he do it low
All you hear is coppers and rubber, I′m saying though
Man, we keep it popping on hot day shit
I got the fish eggs dropping any block you dip
And I dazzle that mood with the cool out food
Easy semi-swerve to the curb like the dude
I′m 'froed, blowed, you got that right
Groove with soul and I′m still spinning
Cross 110 and indicate I'm something else
Blackest space, deepest sea
My shit′s on natural high
The man can't put no thing on me
So leave me with my mind stretched out
It′s astro black
Time reaching into end
Nappy afro blue
We swing
Biting out the corners
Do my thang like Huey with it, nigga
That's right, that's right, baby
That′s right, that′s right, baby
That's right, that′s right, baby
That's right, that′s right, baby
That's right, that′s right, baby
That's right, that's right, baby
That′s right, that′s right, baby