The Art Of Easing Lyrics - Singles - Digable Planets

Smooth 

Smooth 

Beyond the 

Beyond the 

Automatic, systematic 

Automatic 

Complex 

Just ease it in 

The feeling's right 

The music's tight 

Departing out of Crooklyn, type Saturday night 

The gear the god was rocking type way out of sight 

Limping past the projects 

Seen my man, a'ight 

Steelo type fat, solar type facts 

Later for milk and honey, get the money out this piece 

Relax 

I handle streets, all type slick 

Just like a seven no ??? 

She got moist 

Cause I gots the platinum voice 

Like syrup, for delf roaming, the New York boroughs 

As they temp our perms, plus I ride the iron worms 

Uptown across down, from the boogie with no faking 

Ghetto to my marrow, then 

Ease on back to Crooklyn 

Hold it, as loot in my timbs and army suits 

Parlayin where Malcolm stood, now brothers push they blow out 

A slicker nigga pig, dig me picking my fucking 'fro out 

Limping up the one tree fives 

The p-jects 

The eject these herbs 

That's word to green herb 

Now the curbs 

I play that like, primo supreme hustler 

Nappy hair, oil slick, loyal to kick and dirty snare 

Little panther 

Answers to the nom de plum butter 

Nice, preciser rubber, slicer and cutter 

In a freshly dip state, I contemplate 

Whose avenue be making the most bacon? 

My honey gets the loot out, what's shaking 

We getting live, dreaming being in the central ave. bus stop 

Then I call bust out, wassup? 

Seems that the dream team's me, Mecca the god, and Sulaiman 

If your beats is phatty 

And it's on 

Then I'm gone 

Hey, hey, hey 

Easin in as slick as I can 

You know my motions, slimmer with no limo 

I ride the c local, and tilt my army brimmer 

Milt bless the vibes, pro symbolize 

Built with the fives, my clique then amplified 

Sounds as we ease, beneath the New York moon 

Pounds as we dip, increase these New York tunes 

It's the universe I have 

Nappy and happy, June 12th, I self don't say that exists 

Imported on the ships, with irons around the fist 

Gradual to afros, black cats, and fist picks 

Still creating boogies, and the styles they want 

Now they try to move us, for the styles we flaunt 

But I, seen it sunny, plus seen rain 

Plus seen my moneys getting smoked for change 

I face left in the round up 

Pound up the god 

When the devil 

Blow to the essence 

Sinks deep down into the blue train cover 

The real got surreal cause we feel you ain't a gangster 

When I was a youngster ate jazz and black 

Freedom had a pistol it was just like that 

Old earth gave me kisses to her coach and power records 

Pumas these flavors busy b mic checkin's 

The crown says I'm down, from the ground up 

But what if emcee comes 

Come on, emcee go 

Easin in as slick as I can 

The feelings right 

The music's tight 

Departing out of Crooklyn, type Saturday night 

The gear the god was rocking type way out of sight 

Limping past the projects 

See my man, a'ight 

When the mic check counts 

My amounts is cash 

I don't shoot out 

I get that loot out cause I'm fresh 

Hit you with the gold front grin, with diamond look 

Muhammad made em, Nikki paid him 

I was shook 

I tell an emcee in a eye blink 

That you wack as crack 

Cee-know got my back 

And we both can laugh 

And for example, we swift this 

Lifted up on luck 

And for complexing, like brass and brown skin 

We of this, built this with south boogie down 

Bronx 

Outs the clowns, in the suits 

With the cash 

I tell' em 

Pass the ruck, or get stuck by my comrade's badge 

Just like my mom and dad had it 

And did it 

Easin in as slick as I can 

Quiet please, quiet please 

Welcome to this class 

Black studies 700 the art of easing 

I'm your conductor instructor Mr. Castro 

Take a look at your syllabus 

You are required to be plushed out, and dip daily 

Guess, army suits, timbs, lugz, whatever 

Quiet please in the back, quiet please 

You will have two texts 

And finally, we are taking a field trip 

To the East Star Housing 

Projects speak perfect slang 

Black caeser, superfly, golden 

These are the images we want you portrayed in 

Please, could you be quiet Mr. Simmons 

Thank you