Music Video

Black Ego
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Digable Planets
Digable Planets
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Digable Planets
Digable Planets
Producer
Dave Darlington
Dave Darlington
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

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 ...
Writer(s): Ishmael R. Butler, Mary Ann Vieira, Craig L. Irving Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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