Lyrics Black Ego - Digable Planets
Alright
boy,
ah
man
Give
you
your
rights,
here
we
go
again
You
have
the
right
to
remain
silent
Hey
Ish
what?
s
goin'
on?
Chill,
chill
it's
cool
Give
up
the
right
to
remain
silent
Anything
you
say
can
and
will
be
used
against
you
Whatever
man,
whatever
Do
you
understand
each
of
these
rights
I've
explained
to
you?
Oh,
like
I
ever
had
rights,
kid
Do
you
wish
to
give
up
the
right
to
remain
silent?
Hell
yeah
So
now
let's
let
into
in
my
pocket
pack
Pummel
and
I
epic
black
ethic
lack,
I
walk
again
You
were
shade
gray,
come
display
Mazes
in
black
fire
in
the
west
Shit
is
shakin'
it's
fly
I'm
in
lookies
when
I
pushin'
vinyl
time
Up
the
forts,
where
I'm
caught
And
my
thought
to
shakin'
up
a
few
loose
Now
I
let
my
cause
shoo
KRS
one
'Cause
we
fade
in
and
out,
are
you
swingin'
or
coming?
I'm
solid
on
this
thought,
this
ain't
livin'
It?
s
heavy
every
set
back,
even
when
I
was
a
shorty
Now
we
cross
you
and
your
foe,
thrice
Check
me
in
another
place
space
enjoy
Nothing
you
could
server
could
ever
ace
me,
boy
Fat
laces
I'm
out
fat
and
no
maybe's
That's
right,
baby
That?
s
right,
show
you
right,
alright
That?
s
right,
show
you
right,
alright
That?
s
right,
show
you
right,
alright
I
got
Harlem
on
my
mind,
Darren
on
my
back
Brooklyn
in
my
blood
and
butters
on
the
track
I
got
insect
thoughts,
catch
the
cool
ways
Clouds
of
purple
haze
keep
me
in
a
daze
The
jazz,
the
jive,
the
poetry
The
style,
the
lingo,
the
bags
of
equality
Many
different
things
tryin'
to
get
to
me
But
in
a
world
of
hard
rock,
I
keep
my
humility
The
funkanaut
from
the
kingdom
of
not
With
galactic
sure
shot,
they
can't,
won't,
don't
stop
Flock
to
the
rhythm
I
bring
Sing
songs
call
survival
on
the
Mingus
revival
Scored
the
bass
hit
with
my
bugged
out
clique
It?
s
doodlebugm
give
me
love
for
a
visual
script
Sip
the
groove
juice,
it?
s
kinda
rough
Sevens
never
bluff,
I
had
enough,
eleven
That?
s
right,
show
you
right,
alright
That?
s
right,
show
you
right,
alright
That?
s
right,
show
you
right,
alright
In
the
east
I
rose,
froze
in
the
pose
Of
a
land
diseased,
flows
that
coolest
summer
breeze
Nikki
did
Kevin
braids,
we
got
four
in
the
'Lac
As
we
swoop
at
Warp
Seven,
holler
don't
crowd
cats
'Cause
look
corpie
is
the
color
and
butter
he
do
it
low
All
you
hear
is
poppers
and
rubber
I'm
sayin',
oh
Man
we
keep
it
poppin'
on
hot
day
shit
I
got
the
fish
eggs
droppin'
any
block
you
dip
And
I
dazzle
that
mood
with
the
cool
out
fool
Easin'
semi-swerve
to
the
curb
like
the
do
I'm
fro,
blow,
you
got
that
right
Groove
with
soul
and
I'm
still
spinnin'
Cross
110
and
indicate
'em
somethin'
else
Blackest
space,
deepest
sea
My
shit's
on
natural
high
The
man
can't
put
no
thing
on
me
So
dig
me
when
my
mind
stretch
out,
it?
s
astro
black
Time
reachin'
end
to
end,
nappy
afro
blue
We'd
swoop
and
fight
in,
out
the
corners
Do
my
thang
like
you
be
with
a
nigga
That?
s
right,
show
you
right,
alright
That?
s
right,
show
you
right,
alright
That?
s
right,
show
you
right,
alright
That?
s
right,
show
you
right,
alright
That?
s
right,
show
you
right,
alright
That?
s
right,
show
you
right,
alright
That?
s
right,
show
you
right,
alright
That?
s
right,
show
you
right,
alright
That?
s
right,
show
you
right,
alright
...
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