9th Wonder (Blackitolism) Digable Planets (Ft. Jazzy Joyce)
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Ah yea
Whole world
MCs
Whose slick?
We lounge stay phat notice our G limp
A natural flair with our fresh-ass hair
Style baggy out, clout, slick
Creamy and fresh East Coast to West
Brooklyn, making money
Uptown, making money
To the Universal fam, making money
Old school MCs, making money
[Butterfly]
I'm slicker this year, I'm slicker this year
Myrtle Ave, A-train, got the pick in my hair
And what sixteen joints later still lounge
Fresh from Flatbush in my baggy booster Guess
Style is type ease, busted cami fatigues
50,000 leagues of Black, so what's up
Can we avenue slide player style ghetto walk
To the East son, wild Crooklyn, New York
Creamy kids yell Smith and Wesson when I'm blessing
The angular slang blow spots, bang—eleven
Hanging like bats cause the twelve-inch wax
Say "Scorpio"
And my hair say 'fro
And my blood say 'bro
My clique say, "a-yo"
Make sparks from the barrel mental pistol
To the depths I dive seems lunar like aqua
The cool blast mega we black we wildflowers
Scott La Rock had 'em all
I gots to ball, and roll with little Panthers through these project halls
The three-color flag can't hold my baggy sag
7-1-8 to Omega
Black motion is ocean style
Slick in my ways since days of deep classics
Now glamor boys want to be triple phatted
But I'm slicker this year
I'm slicker this year
Whole world
MCs
Whose slick?
We lounge stay phat notice our G limp
A natural flair with our fresh-ass hair
Style baggy out, clout, slick
Creamy and fresh East Coast to West
Brooklyn, making money
Uptown, making money
To the Universal fam, making money
Old school MCs, making money
[Butterfly]
I'm slicker this year, I'm slicker this year
Myrtle Ave, A-train, got the pick in my hair
And what sixteen joints later still lounge
Fresh from Flatbush in my baggy booster Guess
Style is type ease, busted cami fatigues
50,000 leagues of Black, so what's up
Can we avenue slide player style ghetto walk
To the East son, wild Crooklyn, New York
Creamy kids yell Smith and Wesson when I'm blessing
The angular slang blow spots, bang—eleven
Hanging like bats cause the twelve-inch wax
Say "Scorpio"
And my hair say 'fro
And my blood say 'bro
My clique say, "a-yo"
Make sparks from the barrel mental pistol
To the depths I dive seems lunar like aqua
The cool blast mega we black we wildflowers
Scott La Rock had 'em all
I gots to ball, and roll with little Panthers through these project halls
The three-color flag can't hold my baggy sag
7-1-8 to Omega
Black motion is ocean style
Slick in my ways since days of deep classics
Now glamor boys want to be triple phatted
But I'm slicker this year
I'm slicker this year
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