Black Ego Lyrics - Singles - Digable Planets

So now lets 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'm pushing vinyl time 

Up the fort, where I'm caught 

And my thought to shakin' up a few loose 

Now I let my cause shoot, KRS One 

Cause we fade in and out, are you swinging or coming? 

I'm solid on this thought, this ain't living 

It's heavy every setback, even when I was a shorty 

Now we catch you in your four, thrice 

Check me in another place, space, and joy 

Nothing you could serve could ever 

Ace me boy 

Fat laces, I'm out, fat and no babies 

"That's right baby" 

That's right, sho you right 

I got Harlem on my mind, Darren on my back 

Brooklyn in my blood and butter's 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 try 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 Doodlebug, give me love for a visual script 

Sip the groove juice, it's kind of rough 

Sevens never bluff, I had enough, eleven 

That's right, sho you right 

In the east I rose 

Froze in the pose 

Of a land diseased 

Flows that cooler summer breeze 

Nikki did Kevin's 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 saying oh 

And we keep it popping on hot days 

Shit, I got the fish eggs dropping any block you dip 

And I dazzle that mood with the cool out, fool 

Easing semi-swerve to the curb like the do 

I'm fro, blow, got that right 

Groove with soul and I'm still spinnin' 

Cross 110 and indicate them something else 

Blackest space, deepest sea 

(Scoff) My shit's, a natural high, the man can't put no thing on me 

So dig me when my mind stretch out, it's astro black 

Time reaching into end, nappy afro blue 

I swoop, out and inside the corners 

Do my tha-a-ang like Huey with it, nigga 

That's right, sho you right