Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 9th Wonder (Blackitolism), artist - Digable Planets. Album song Blowout Comb, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.10.1994
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
9th Wonder (Blackitolism) |
Ah yea |
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 |
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, 11 |
Hangin' like bats,'cause 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 |
7 hours and the phat fly sneakers and the camouflage |
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 7 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 inter stellar |
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, C 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 |
Hit it |
Hit it |