Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Art of Easing, 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
The Art of Easing |
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 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 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 |