Sanoja: Digable Planets. Dog It.

DPS forever hit ya' with the live stuff
Suliman the Bronx Ripper on the live puff
V Love, that's my money like dominoes
Brooklyn do keep it rocking till the sun shows

I pop my junk my junk, I pop my junk my junk
I pop my junk my junk, pop my junk my junk
I pop my junk my junk, like what you want you want
Pop my junk my junk, I pop my junk

The noise that we made is blue, in color sound
Those who play my crew couldn't walk the new found
I chalk the new sound, I bop like Teddy Charles was burning
When I excuse on excursions
Arriving at the doors of mind shores of seas
Burnt you with degrees solarly
Plus my leather jacket go acid disappear in the wisp
In the mist, with a fist

Proletariat, Cadilac steering it
Fro soul gold Panther crew grab our poppers
Now, I'm making bacon
Still saying wa ah salaam ah lakum
Fresh joints we make 'em like water
Butter rap treasures at my leisure whatever whatever
So I gave my mind a pound 'cause y'all we had it down
We symbolize the blessed and represent the rest
Grass in my pockets I release my hot rockets
K.B. said "What you give 'em?" I was like "Mad rhythm."
That's my junk

Eric Dolphy always hits me with the live stuff
Bahamadia back the sounds with the love love
T.J. and Lisa real peoples 89 and still
In Fort Green on diamond back is where I'm at

Feelin' da funk da funk that's in the trunk the trunk
I feel the funk da funk, feelin' the funk da funk
I'm feelin' funk da funk I'm in the trunk da trunk
Feelin' da funk da funk, I am the funk

I raise everyday for the mass
Tote my fist right up right against the fascist
Descend to my borough digs my diction
It's way on time pass the watch fifth line still shining
I'm left this year a unknown player
In my vein lives bell hooks Derrick Bell, Reggie Butler
See Marvin knew it, and Sly knew it
Cube know it and now we do it outta Brooklyn
Outta sight brown sandals handle in M.C.s with angles
Commit to street corners where players be jay in
I'm saying a Digable swinger
Word to mouth brought the clout 'specially in the summer
We vanish like vapor burn paper
We deal real-real so chill we linger in the funk

Yes Yes, bus stop what's up watt's up
On the script side
Low down the whole mix and flips I 63
Jay B and M.C. baby blue great
Do it fluent keep it real and straight

We make it bump de bump
We make it bump se bump
We make it pump se pump
We make it bump

Save your corny missions for the tracks you lying on
We got ammunition for the streets we dying on
Stones, rocks, subways, blocks, chill mode
Loot fold rebel wit no pause down to die for 'cause be-cause
Denia gotta see a fatter day
It's Saturday I'm looking at the streets as my Nikes
Cover asphalt dates wait at night
My weight crush trash broken glass
Play the wall with one foot up
Yo what up Ish? What's up

The flyer we get the higher we get
Good tryers
Is good diers that it so I move
We showed and we prove
It's groove food
What's going on
You want to see knowledge born, see C Knowledge Born
Before we fall victim we lick 'em
I ain't playin'

Meet me at the corner Murder and Adolpha
I bless you with some joints, the mental hollow points
We do it in the park, we do it in the park
That's right, that's right
We do it in the park, we do it in the park
I'm fluent after dark, in any siteation
My tools, jewels, the nation
That's ho we bump