| Song | The Art of Easing |
| Artist | Digable Planets |
| Album | Blowout Comb |
| 作词 : Digable Planets, Mizell | |
| Smooth | |
| (Smooth) | |
| Beyond the | |
| (Beyond the) | |
| Automatic, systematic | |
| (Automatic) | |
| Complex | |
| (Just ease it in) | |
| The feelings right | |
| The music is tight | |
| (The music?s tight) | |
| Departin? out of Crooklyn, type Saturday night | |
| The Gear, The God, was rockin? type, way out of sight | |
| Limpin' past the market scene, my man, aight | |
| Steelo type fat, solar type facts | |
| Later for milk and honey | |
| Get the money out this piece, relax | |
| (Relax) | |
| I handle streets, all type slick | |
| Just like a seven no lash | |
| She got moist ?cause I got?s the platinum voice | |
| Like syrup, for delf roamin', the New York Boroughs | |
| As they temp our perms, plus I ride the iron worms | |
| Uptown across down, from the boogie with no fake | |
| Ghetto to my marrow then ease on back to Crooklyn | |
| Hold it, has loot in my timbs and army suits | |
| Parlayin? where Malcolm stood, now brother?s plus they blow out | |
| A slicker nigga pig, dig me picking my fuckin' ?fro out | |
| Limpin' up the one tree fives, the P jects, the eject these herbs | |
| That?s word to green herb, not 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 | |
| Who?s avenue be makin' the most bacon | |
| My honey gets the loot out | |
| We?re shaking? | |
| We gettin' live | |
| Dreamin? bein? in the Central Ave. bus stop | |
| Then I call bust out, wassup? | |
| Seems that the dream teams me | |
| Mecca, The God and Sulaiman | |
| If their beats is phatty | |
| And it?s on then I?m gone | |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey | |
| Easin? in as slick as I can | |
| Easin? in as slick as I can | |
| (Slick as I can) | |
| Easin? in as slick as I can | |
| Easin? in, zoom | |
| Easin? in as slick as I can | |
| Easin? in, slick | |
| 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 creatin' 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 gettin' smoked for change | |
| I face left in the round up | |
| Pound up The God when the devil wished the cents | |
| Blaowed to the essence sinks | |
| Deep down into the blue train cover | |
| The real got surreal ?cause we feel you ain?t a ganster | |
| 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 of power records | |
| Pumas, these flavors, busy B mic. checkin?s | |
| The crowd says I?m down from the ground up | |
| But what if emcee comes, come on, emcee go | |
| Easin? in as slick as I can | |
| Easin? in as slick as I can | |
| (As slick as I can) | |
| Easin? in as slick as I can | |
| Easin in zoom | |
| Easin? in as slick as I can | |
| Easin? in as slick as I can | |
| (Slick as I can) | |
| Easin? in as slick as I can | |
| Easin in, yeah, slick | |
| The feelin's right | |
| The music?s tight | |
| (The music?s tight) | |
| Departin? out of Crooklyn type, Saturday night | |
| The gear, The God, was rockin? type, way out of sight | |
| Limpin' past the market scene, my man, aight | |
| When the mic, check counts my amount is cash | |
| I don?t shoot out, I get that loot out ?cause I?m fresh | |
| Hit you with the gold front rim with diamond look | |
| Muhammad made ?em, Nikki paid him, I was shook | |
| I tell an emcee in a eye blink | |
| That you whack as crack | |
| (Whack) | |
| C know got my back | |
| And we both can laugh | |
| And for example, we swift this, lifted up on luck | |
| And for complexion like brass and brown skin | |
| We of this, built this with South, Boogie Down Bronx | |
| Ask the clowns, in the suits with the cash | |
| I tell ?em, pass the ruck | |
| Or get stuck by my comrades badge | |
| Just like my mom and dad had it | |
| And did it | |
| Easin? in as slick as I can | |
| Easin? in as slick as I can | |
| (As slick as I can) | |
| Easin? in as slick as I can | |
| Easin? in as slick as I can | |
| Easin? in as slick as I can | |
| Easin? in as slick as I can | |
| (Slick as I can) | |
| Easin? in as slick as I can | |
| 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 2 texts | |
| And finally, we are takin' a field trip | |
| To the East Star Housin', projects speak perfect slang | |
| Black Ceaser, Superfly, Golden | |
| These are the images we want you portrayed in | |
| Please, could you be quiet Mr. Simmons | |
| Thank you |
| zuò cí : Digable Planets, Mizell | |
| Smooth | |
| Smooth | |
| Beyond the | |
| Beyond the | |
| Automatic, systematic | |
| Automatic | |
| Complex | |
| Just ease it in | |
| The feelings right | |
| The music is tight | |
| The music? s tight | |
| Departin? out of Crooklyn, type Saturday night | |
| The Gear, The God, was rockin? type, way out of sight | |
| Limpin' past the market scene, my man, aight | |
| Steelo type fat, solar type facts | |
| Later for milk and honey | |
| Get the money out this piece, relax | |
| Relax | |
| I handle streets, all type slick | |
| Just like a seven no lash | |
| She got moist nbsp? cause I got? s the platinum voice | |
| Like syrup, for delf roamin', the New York Boroughs | |
| As they temp our perms, plus I ride the iron worms | |
| Uptown across down, from the boogie with no fake | |
| Ghetto to my marrow then ease on back to Crooklyn | |
| Hold it, has loot in my timbs and army suits | |
| Parlayin? where Malcolm stood, now brother? s plus they blow out | |
| A slicker nigga pig, dig me picking my fuckin' nbsp? fro out | |
| Limpin' up the one tree fives, the P jects, the eject these herbs | |
| That? s word to green herb, not 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 | |
| Who? s avenue be makin' the most bacon | |
| My honey gets the loot out | |
| We? re shaking? | |
| We gettin' live | |
| Dreamin? bein? in the Central Ave. bus stop | |
| Then I call bust out, wassup? | |
| Seems that the dream teams me | |
| Mecca, The God and Sulaiman | |
| If their beats is phatty | |
| And it? s on then I? m gone | |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey | |
| Easin? in as slick as I can | |
| Easin? in as slick as I can | |
| Slick as I can | |
| Easin? in as slick as I can | |
| Easin? in, zoom | |
| Easin? in as slick as I can | |
| Easin? in, slick | |
| 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 creatin' 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 gettin' smoked for change | |
| I face left in the round up | |
| Pound up The God when the devil wished the cents | |
| Blaowed to the essence sinks | |
| Deep down into the blue train cover | |
| The real got surreal nbsp? cause we feel you ain? t a ganster | |
| 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 of power records | |
| Pumas, these flavors, busy B mic. checkin? s | |
| The crowd says I? m down from the ground up | |
| But what if emcee comes, come on, emcee go | |
| Easin? in as slick as I can | |
| Easin? in as slick as I can | |
| As slick as I can | |
| Easin? in as slick as I can | |
| Easin in zoom | |
| Easin? in as slick as I can | |
| Easin? in as slick as I can | |
| Slick as I can | |
| Easin? in as slick as I can | |
| Easin in, yeah, slick | |
| The feelin' s right | |
| The music? s tight | |
| The music? s tight | |
| Departin? out of Crooklyn type, Saturday night | |
| The gear, The God, was rockin? type, way out of sight | |
| Limpin' past the market scene, my man, aight | |
| When the mic, check counts my amount is cash | |
| I don? t shoot out, I get that loot out nbsp? cause I? m fresh | |
| Hit you with the gold front rim with diamond look | |
| Muhammad made nbsp? em, Nikki paid him, I was shook | |
| I tell an emcee in a eye blink | |
| That you whack as crack | |
| Whack | |
| C know got my back | |
| And we both can laugh | |
| And for example, we swift this, lifted up on luck | |
| And for complexion like brass and brown skin | |
| We of this, built this with South, Boogie Down Bronx | |
| Ask the clowns, in the suits with the cash | |
| I tell nbsp? em, pass the ruck | |
| Or get stuck by my comrades badge | |
| Just like my mom and dad had it | |
| And did it | |
| Easin? in as slick as I can | |
| Easin? in as slick as I can | |
| As slick as I can | |
| Easin? in as slick as I can | |
| Easin? in as slick as I can | |
| Easin? in as slick as I can | |
| Easin? in as slick as I can | |
| Slick as I can | |
| Easin? in as slick as I can | |
| 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 2 texts | |
| And finally, we are takin' a field trip | |
| To the East Star Housin', projects speak perfect slang | |
| Black Ceaser, Superfly, Golden | |
| These are the images we want you portrayed in | |
| Please, could you be quiet Mr. Simmons | |
| Thank you |