Song | 9th Wonder (Blackitolism) |
Artist | Digable Planets |
Album | Blowout Comb |
作词 : Digable Planets | |
Ah yea [echo] | |
Whole world | |
Mcs | |
Whose slick | |
We lounge stay phat notice our G limp | |
A natural flair with our fresh ass hair | |
Style baggy out clouts slick | |
Creamy and fresh east coast to west | |
Brooklyn | |
Uptown | |
To the universal fair | |
Old school mcs | |
[being scratched in the background] | |
Make your money | |
I'm slicker this year | |
I'm slicker this year | |
Myrtle Ave A-train got the pic in my hair | |
And what 16 joints later still lounge | |
Fresh, from flatbush in my baggy booster gets | |
Style is tight ees bust the cami' fatigues | |
50,000 leagues of black, so what's up | |
Can we avenue slide player style ghetto walk | |
To the east and wild Crooklyn, New York | |
Creamy kid yo smith and wesson win a blessing | |
The angular slang blow spots..bang..eleven | |
Hangin' like bats.cos..the 12 inch wax. | |
Say scorpio | |
And my hair say 'fro | |
And my blood say bro | |
My clics say "eh, yo!" | |
Make sparks from the barrel me tal pistol | |
To the depths I dive seems lunar like aqua | |
The cool blast mega we black we wild flowers | |
"Scott La Rock had emm all," I gots the ball | |
And roll a little panthers through these project halls | |
The 3-color flag can't hold my baggys sag | |
7 1 8 to omega | |
Black motion is ocean style | |
Slick in my ways since days of the classic | |
Now glamour boys want to be triple phatted | |
But I'm slicker this year | |
I'm slicker this year, yea | |
East born | |
Beast candles on? | |
Lovely all over the city | |
And your tape deck blasting | |
7ods and the phat fly sneakers | |
And the camouflage | |
[Make Your money scratched in the background] | |
To the hip hop nation | |
To the mixtape crew | |
To the west coast | |
To the boogie down bronx | |
I was raised in the ways of the Manchu Clan | |
And 5 elements posture take a B-boy stance | |
With the gold front shinin' the baggy pants saggin' | |
This Brooklyn stylin' got the fly girls smilin' | |
But I'm climbin' findin' new ways of rhymin' | |
Not livin' like a star is strickly about survivin' | |
Divin', deep into the groove of the ghetto | |
This downtown flavor shines from many angles | |
Yes the notorious, with rhymes so glorious | |
The Manchu Monkey over flunkies is victorious | |
Rappers be boring us with rhymes of conventional | |
Dazed and amazed when they hear the three dimensional | |
Lyrical skills of the insect emotion | |
Coasting down fulton with a bag of magic potion | |
Now I'm rolling with the seven and the crescent | |
Puffin' some expression | |
Manifestin' today's lesson | |
Stressin the fact that I'm solar guarenteed to go far | |
Cause the mind is intestellar | |
Still pieced like that so have no fear | |
But I'm slicker this year | |
I'm slicker this year | |
To the queens everywhere | |
To the whole S.I. | |
To the lumpen mass | |
Don't forget about your peeps when ya... | |
Now you see that I am 68 inches above sea level | |
93 million miles above these devils | |
Play me in the winter | |
Play me in the summer | |
Play me in the autumn | |
Any order | |
You want 'em I got 'em drippin' like water | |
Catch me at a hot spot with the dusk daughters | |
We bouncing... moving within the truth circles | |
We played you made you change...strictly ought to | |
We stratify our wealth from my looty in the bank | |
There's love amongst the ranks | |
Now I'm a bout to meet my homegirl | |
Cause we be alike | |
A alike, b alike, let's g alike | |
Jazzy joyce (on the wheels) | |
Jazzy joyce (no one's smoother) | |
Jazzy joyce (phatter than a '94 land cruiser) | |
Where you from? | |
(the bronx representin' like whatever, fly) | |
Cool are you slicker this year? | |
[yea, watch] | |
Hit it... |
zuò cí : Digable Planets | |
Ah yea echo | |
Whole world | |
Mcs | |
Whose slick | |
We lounge stay phat notice our G limp | |
A natural flair with our fresh ass hair | |
Style baggy out clouts slick | |
Creamy and fresh east coast to west | |
Brooklyn | |
Uptown | |
To the universal fair | |
Old school mcs | |
being scratched in the background | |
Make your money | |
I' m slicker this year | |
I' m slicker this year | |
Myrtle Ave Atrain got the pic in my hair | |
And what 16 joints later still lounge | |
Fresh, from flatbush in my baggy booster gets | |
Style is tight ees bust the cami' fatigues | |
50, 000 leagues of black, so what' s up | |
Can we avenue slide player style ghetto walk | |
To the east and wild Crooklyn, New York | |
Creamy kid yo smith and wesson win a blessing | |
The angular slang blow spots.. bang.. eleven | |
Hangin' like bats. cos.. the 12 inch wax. | |
Say scorpio | |
And my hair say ' fro | |
And my blood say bro | |
My clics say " eh, yo!" | |
Make sparks from the barrel me tal pistol | |
To the depths I dive seems lunar like aqua | |
The cool blast mega we black we wild flowers | |
" Scott La Rock had emm all," I gots the ball | |
And roll a little panthers through these project halls | |
The 3color flag can' t hold my baggys sag | |
7 1 8 to omega | |
Black motion is ocean style | |
Slick in my ways since days of the classic | |
Now glamour boys want to be triple phatted | |
But I' m slicker this year | |
I' m slicker this year, yea | |
East born | |
Beast candles on? | |
Lovely all over the city | |
And your tape deck blasting | |
7ods and the phat fly sneakers | |
And the camouflage | |
Make Your money scratched in the background | |
To the hip hop nation | |
To the mixtape crew | |
To the west coast | |
To the boogie down bronx | |
I was raised in the ways of the Manchu Clan | |
And 5 elements posture take a Bboy stance | |
With the gold front shinin' the baggy pants saggin' | |
This Brooklyn stylin' got the fly girls smilin' | |
But I' m climbin' findin' new ways of rhymin' | |
Not livin' like a star is strickly about survivin' | |
Divin', deep into the groove of the ghetto | |
This downtown flavor shines from many angles | |
Yes the notorious, with rhymes so glorious | |
The Manchu Monkey over flunkies is victorious | |
Rappers be boring us with rhymes of conventional | |
Dazed and amazed when they hear the three dimensional | |
Lyrical skills of the insect emotion | |
Coasting down fulton with a bag of magic potion | |
Now I' m rolling with the seven and the crescent | |
Puffin' some expression | |
Manifestin' today' s lesson | |
Stressin the fact that I' m solar guarenteed to go far | |
Cause the mind is intestellar | |
Still pieced like that so have no fear | |
But I' m slicker this year | |
I' m slicker this year | |
To the queens everywhere | |
To the whole S. I. | |
To the lumpen mass | |
Don' t forget about your peeps when ya... | |
Now you see that I am 68 inches above sea level | |
93 million miles above these devils | |
Play me in the winter | |
Play me in the summer | |
Play me in the autumn | |
Any order | |
You want ' em I got ' em drippin' like water | |
Catch me at a hot spot with the dusk daughters | |
We bouncing... moving within the truth circles | |
We played you made you change... strictly ought to | |
We stratify our wealth from my looty in the bank | |
There' s love amongst the ranks | |
Now I' m a bout to meet my homegirl | |
Cause we be alike | |
A alike, b alike, let' s g alike | |
Jazzy joyce on the wheels | |
Jazzy joyce no one' s smoother | |
Jazzy joyce phatter than a ' 94 land cruiser | |
Where you from? | |
the bronx representin' like whatever, fly | |
Cool are you slicker this year? | |
yea, watch | |
Hit it... |