Fresh Out Digable Planets

One tilted hat
All black du-rag
My braids work back
My mind is on my racks
Thinking on my angles
Plotting out the sack
When I dance my chain jangles
The wind’s at my back
Raised to the beat
Glazed by the street where it’s crazy
And it’s deep, I sleep easy on my feet though

No doubt, its figures and its clout
And how you turn it out
We know what it’s about
Why this bling era vapor
Unite us under paper
Inciting fly behavior
These niggas ain’t your saviors

Man, they greedy and they shameless
Corny and they game’s bitch
Look how they rock the same shit
Rich and not creative

But we lay away off the playlist
That self-proclaiming gay shit
King’s move the crowd man, it’s all about the bangers
Sagging off the corner’s, dreaming with the burners
Black gangster families
They can kill us at the grammy’s
I’m amazed by the dazzle
Unphased by the tragic
I say love on the magic
Diamonds and oil
All these companies be their profits
The death star confetti
One long red carpet up to a supermarket
Off the self-medication.. a station
Bullshit.. but no relation