The May 4th Movement Starring Doodlebug Lyrics - Digable Planets

Funky, alright 

One time for your mind, two times for Mumia's saint crew 

Three times for my Brooklyn dimes, seven times for pleasure 

I don't trip, I don't trip, we don't trip, we don't trip 

He don't trip, please don't trip, we don't trip, pleasure 

Now, sixteen times for the mind thieves 

For my thinking in tell and I am Erica 

Counter fits don't stop the wettest of us we Brooklyn 

We define the black people equal to who 

Yeah what you supply? I know when I know when I drop dip 

That was in beetle's but a snake try to spill a score 

On my pride I'm in my Cammy 

We bust at cointelpro we creamy like 

Fuck that we Creamy Spies tell you schemey lies 

We let creamy bullets fly, should it reflect the sun 

We say yes when we think of getting dipped 

We says guess say yo comrades rest 

Because we all bounce, we all bounce, I do bounce 

He do bounce, she do bounce, we all bounce 

I all bounce, we all bounce 

From back since the crook caught a rep 

For giving birth to horn loopers 

I took my first step with campers, born troopers 

Got caps on both cans for the halls I spray 

Slap hand with my mans by the walls we play 

Now, waist chains and Cammy floors complete sag 

Live pools, my squad rules from solar to lunar, cheap to death 

From no boot to Puma, sewed up like mesh 

My cousin's hit the 'pike 

I read it in the, went it's circle C-low 

Now all the niggaz hating C-know 

As we move on the D E low 

For our fam in jail, no stars just bars 

No cars unless the B M T own 'em 

Crook-town bounce streets delph to south bar on a 

I drape soul hearts, I make soul darts 

Cover mad areas in my crepe soul Clarks 

MC's lyin', is dyin' rap off but here we all y'all 

With pleasure, so it's 

One time for your mind, twice times for Mumia's saint crew 

Thrice times for the Brooklyn dimes and it's seven times for pleasure 

I stay on, she stay on, we stay on, yeah we stay on 

He is on, we be on, we stay on with pleasure 

Here I go, the seven odd, Manchu Squad 

Black notes I quote, I dedicate to my young star 

Via selway cars I span the metro, C-know sold stee-lo 

Is livin' on the D-low 

The galactic traveler eternal explorer 

Like the invincible master agent, a true warrior 

Neither here nor there, the master of illusion 

My son's moon sets, catch reps when we cruisin' 

The New York Boroughs with classic boom basctic 

Studied all the styles and got nasty at it 

Like a Thelonius Monk I travel in peace 

Left on right on black man from the east 

We don't quit, we don't quit 

We don't quit, we don't quit 

Yeah, like for nothin' but beats and cheese 

Subzero degrees can't freeze the cool breeze 

Ease, easay straight Brooklyn doob 

Hit you off with some pellets did Brooklyn smooth 

It's that certain style uh huh, I shoot a leg ball 

Squeeze off style quarters till herbs feel stressed 

Playing slick games and avoid all rest 

I shows, five seconds after that, I flows left one 

Caught your rebel grows, devils we grow, jonesin' on the curb I glow 

Still posin' a B-girl fresh as this leftist gets with MC's one and all of 'em 

Bust ninety, bi-evels and my whole crew walk with pleasure