Lyrics Rebirth of Slick (Cool Like Dat) - 2005 Digital Remaster - Digable Planets
We
like
the
breeze
flow
straight
out
of
our
lids
Them
they
got
moved
by
these
hard-rock
Brooklyn
kids
Us
floor
rush
when
the
DJ's
booming
classics
You,
dig
the
crew
on
the
fattest
hip-hop
records
He
touch
the
kinks
and
sinks
into
the
sounds
She
frequents
the
fatter
joints
called
undergrounds
Our
funk
zooms
like
you
hit
the
Mary
Jane
They
flock
to
booms
man
boogie
had
to
change
Who
freaks
the
clips
with
mad
amount
percussion
Where
kinky
hair
goes
to
unthought-of
dimensions
Why's
it
so
fly
'cause
hip-hop
kept
some
drama
When
Butterfly
rocked
the
light
blue-suede
Pumas
What
by
the
cut
we
push
it
off
the
corner
How
was
the
buzz
entire
hip-hop
era
Was
fresh
and
fat
since
they
started
saying
outtie
'Cause
funks
made
fat
from
right
beneath
my
hoodie
The
poobah
of
the
styles
like
Miles
and
shit
Like
sixties
funky
worms
with
waves
and
perms
Just
sending
chunky
rhythms
right
down
ya
block
We
be
to
rap
what
key
be
to
lock
But
I'm
cool
like
dat
I'm
cool
like
dat
I'm
cool
like
dat
I'm
cool
like
dat
I'm
cool
like
dat
I'm
cool
like
dat
I'm
cool
like
dat
I'm
cool
We
be
the
chocolates
taps
on
my
raps
She
innovates
at
the
sweeter
cat
naps
He
at
the
funk
club
with
the
vibrate
Them
they
be
crazy
down
with
the
five
Nat'
It
can
kick
a
plan
then
a
crowd
burst
Me
I
be
digging
it
with
a
bump
verse
Us
we
be
freaking
'til
dawn
blinks
an
eye
He
gives
the
strangest
smile,
so
I
say
hi
(wassup)
Who
understood,
yeah
understood
the
plans
Him
heard
a
beat
and
put
it
to
his
hands
What
I
just
flip
let
borders
get
loose
How
to
consume
or
they'll
be
just
like
juice
If
it's
the
shit,
we'll
lift
it
off
the
plastic
The
babes'll
go
spastic,
hip-hop
gains
a
classic
Pimp
playing
shock
it
don't
matter
I'm
fatter
Ask
Butta
how
I
zone
(man,
Cleopatra
Jones)
And
I'm
chill
like
dat
I'm
chill
like
dat
I'm
chill
like
dat
I'm
chill
like
dat
I'm
chill
like
dat
I'm
chill
like
dat
I'm
chill
like
dat
I'm
chill
Blink,
blink,
blink,
blink,
blink,
blink,
blink
Think,
think,
think,
think,
think,
think,
think
We
getcha
free
'cause
the
clips
be
fat
boss
Them
they're
the
jams
and
commence
to
going
off
She
sweats
the
beat
and
ask
me
'cause
she
puffed
it
Me
I
got
crew
kids
seven
and
a
crescent
Us
cause
a
buzz
when
the
nickel
bags
are
dealt
Him,
that's
my
man
with
the
asteroid
belt
They
catch
a
fizz
from
the
Mr.
Doodle-big
He
rocks
a
tee
from
the
Crooklyn
nine-pigs
The
rebirth
of
slick
like
my
gangsta
stroll
The
lyrics
just
like
loot
come
in
stacks
and
rolls
You
used
to
find
the
Bug
in
a
box
with
fade
Now
he
boogies
up
your
stage
plaits
twist
or
braids
And
I'm
peace
like
dat
I'm
peace
like
dat
I'm
peace
like
dat
I'm
peace
like
dat
I'm
peace
like
dat
I'm
peace
like
dat
I'm
peace
like
dat
I'm
peace
Check
it
out
man
I
groove
like
dat
I'm
smooth
like
dat
I
jive
like
dat
I
roll
like
dat
Yeah,
I'm
thick
like
dat
I
stack
like
dat
I'm
down
like
dat
I'm
black
like
dat
Well
yo
I
funk
like
dat
I'm
phat
like
dat
I'm
in
like
dat
'Cause
I
swing
like
dat
We
jazz
like
dat
We
freak
like
dat
We
zoom
like
dat
1 Intro - 2005 Digital Remaster;
2 Dedicated - 2005 Digital Remaster;
3 Nickel Bags - 2005 Digital Remaster;
4 Jettin' - 2005 Digital Remaster;
5 Where I'm From - 2005 Digital Remaster;
6 Three Slims Dynamite - 2005 Digital Remaster;
7 Dog It - 2005 Digital Remaster;
8 Rebirth of Slick (Cool Like Dat) - 2005 Digital Remaster
9 Dial 7 (Axioms of Creamy Spies) - 2005 Digital Remaster;
10 Graffiti - 2005 Digital Remaster;
11 Pacifics - 2005 Digital Remaster;
12 9th Wonder (Blackitolism) - 2005 Digital Remaster;
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