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right, that's right, baby\nThat's right, that's right, baby\nThat's right, that's right, baby\nThat's right, that's right, baby\nThat's right, that's right, baby","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Black Ego (Live)\n  artist: Digable Planets\n  album: Digable Planets Live\n  duration_ms: 374000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  So now let's let into\n  In my pocket pack\n  Pummeling the epic\n  Black ethic lack\n  I walk again\n  You a shade gray\n  Come display mazes in black\n  Fire in the west\n  Shit is shaking, it's fine\n  I'm in Nikki's wonder wheels\n  In vinyl time\n  Of the thoughts where I'm caught\n  And my thoughts are shaking up a few loops\n  Now I let my cool shoot\n  K-Riss one\n  'Cause we fade in and out\n  Are you swinging or coming?\n  Now I'm silent on this thought\n  This ain't living, it's heavy\n  Every setback\n  Even when I was a shorty\n  Now we cross you and your folk\n  Thrice\n  Check me in another place, space, enjoy\n  Nothing you can serve could ever ace me, boy\n  Fat laces, I'm out\n  Fatally, no maybes\n  That's right, baby\n  That's right, that's right, baby\n  That's right, that's right, baby\n  That's right, that's right, baby\n  That's right, that's right, baby\n  That's right, that's right, baby\n  That's right, that's right, baby\n  I got Harlem on my mind\n  Devil on my back\n  Brooklyn in my blood\n  And Butta's on the track\n  I got insect thoughts\n  Cats with cool ways\n  Clouds of purple haze\n  Keep me in a daze\n  The jazz, the jive, the poetry\n  The style, the lingo, the bags of equality\n  Many different things trying to get to me\n  But in a world of hard rock\n  I keep my humility\n  The funk and not from the kingdom of not\n  With galactic sure shot\n  The can won't don't stop\n  Flock to the rhythm I bring\n  Sing songs called survival on Amina's arrival\n  Scored a base hit\n  With my bugged out clique\n  It's Doodlebug, give me love for original script\n  Sip the groove juice\n  It's kind of rough\n  Sev is never bluff\n  I had enough\n  Eleven\n  That's right, that's right, baby\n  That's right, that's right, baby\n  That's right, that's right, baby\n  That's right, that's right, baby\n  That's right, that's right, baby\n  That's right, that's right, baby\n  That's right, that's right, baby\n  In the east I roll\n  Frozen the poles\n  Over land and seas\n  Flows that cool as summer breeze\n  Nikki, D, Kev, and Muggs, we got four in the 'Llac\n  As we sweep at war, seven holler\n  Don't crowd cats, cause look\n  Coffee is the color and Butta, he do it low\n  All you hear is coppers and rubber, I'm saying though\n  Man, we keep it popping on hot day shit\n  I got the fish eggs dropping any block you dip\n  And I dazzle that mood with the cool out food\n  Easy semi-swerve to the curb like the dude\n  I'm 'froed, blowed, you got that right\n  Groove with soul and I'm still spinning\n  Cross 110 and indicate I'm something else\n  Blackest 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Chill, chill it's cool\nGive up the right to remain silent\nAnything you say can and will be used against you\n\nWhatever man, whatever\nDo you understand each of these rights I've explained to you?\nOh, like I ever had rights, kid\nDo you wish to give up the right to remain silent?\nHell yeah\n\nSo now let's let into in my pocket pack\nPummel and I epic black ethic lack, I walk again\nYou were shade gray, come display\nMazes in black fire in the west\n\nShit is shakin' it's fly\nI'm in lookies when I pushin' vinyl time\nUp the forts, where I'm caught\nAnd my thought to shakin' up a few loose\nNow I let my cause shoo KRS one\n\n'Cause we fade in and out, are you swingin' or coming?\nI'm solid on this thought, this ain't livin'\nIt? s heavy every set back, even when I was a shorty\nNow we cross you and your foe, thrice\n\nCheck me in another place space enjoy\nNothing you could server could ever ace me, boy\nFat laces I'm out fat and no maybe's\nThat's right, baby\n\nThat? s right, show you right, alright\nThat? s right, show you right, alright\nThat? s right, show you right, alright\n\nI got Harlem on my mind, Darren on my back\nBrooklyn in my blood and butters on the track\nI got insect thoughts, catch the cool ways\nClouds of purple haze keep me in a daze\n\nThe jazz, the jive, the poetry\nThe style, the lingo, the bags of equality\nMany different things tryin' to get to me\nBut in a world of hard rock, I keep my humility\n\nThe funkanaut from the kingdom of not\nWith galactic sure shot, they can't, won't, don't stop\nFlock to the rhythm I bring\nSing songs call survival on the Mingus revival\n\nScored the bass hit with my bugged out clique\nIt? s doodlebugm give me love for a visual script\nSip the groove juice, it? s kinda rough\nSevens never bluff, I had enough, eleven\n\nThat? s right, show you right, alright\nThat? s right, show you right, alright\nThat? s right, show you right, alright\n\nIn the east I rose, froze in the pose\nOf a land diseased, flows that coolest summer breeze\nNikki did Kevin braids, we got four in the 'Lac\nAs we swoop at Warp Seven, holler don't crowd cats\n\n'Cause look corpie is the color and butter he do it low\nAll you hear is poppers and rubber I'm sayin', oh\nMan we keep it poppin' on hot day shit\nI got the fish eggs droppin' any block you dip\n\nAnd I dazzle that mood with the cool out fool\nEasin' semi-swerve to the curb like the do\nI'm fro, blow, you got that right\nGroove with soul and I'm still spinnin'\n\nCross 110 and indicate 'em somethin' else\nBlackest space, deepest sea\nMy shit's on natural high\nThe man can't put no thing on me\n\nSo dig me when my mind stretch out, it? s astro black\nTime reachin' end to end, nappy afro blue\nWe'd swoop and fight in, out the corners\nDo my thang like you be with a nigga\n\nThat? s right, show you right, alright\nThat? s right, show you right, alright\nThat? s right, show you right, alright\n\nThat? s right, show you right, alright\nThat? s right, show you right, alright\nThat? s right, show you right, alright\n\nThat? s right, show you right, alright\nThat? s right, show you right, alright\nThat? s right, show you right, alright\n...","syncedLyrics":"[00:38.58] Alright boy, ah man\n[00:39.86] Give you your rights, here we go again\n[00:41.77] You have the right to remain silent\n[00:42.97] Hey Ish what? s goin' on? 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Chill, chill it's cool\n  Give up the right to remain silent\n  Anything you say can and will be used against you\n\n  Whatever man, whatever\n  Do you understand each of these rights I've explained to you?\n  Oh, like I ever had rights, kid\n  Do you wish to give up the right to remain silent?\n  Hell yeah\n\n  So now let's let into in my pocket pack\n  Pummel and I epic black ethic lack, I walk again\n  You were shade gray, come display\n  Mazes in black fire in the west\n\n  Shit is shakin' it's fly\n  I'm in lookies when I pushin' vinyl time\n  Up the forts, where I'm caught\n  And my thought to shakin' up a few loose\n  Now I let my cause shoo KRS one\n\n  'Cause we fade in and out, are you swingin' or coming?\n  I'm solid on this thought, this ain't livin'\n  It? s heavy every set back, even when I was a shorty\n  Now we cross you and your foe, thrice\n\n  Check me in another place space enjoy\n  Nothing you could server could ever ace me, boy\n  Fat laces I'm out fat and no maybe's\n  That's right, baby\n\n  That? s right, show you right, alright\n  That? s right, show you right, alright\n  That? s right, show you right, alright\n\n  I got Harlem on my mind, Darren on my back\n  Brooklyn in my blood and butters on the track\n  I got insect thoughts, catch the cool ways\n  Clouds of purple haze keep me in a daze\n\n  The jazz, the jive, the poetry\n  The style, the lingo, the bags of equality\n  Many different things tryin' to get to me\n  But in a world of hard rock, I keep my humility\n\n  The funkanaut from the kingdom of not\n  With galactic sure shot, they can't, won't, don't stop\n  Flock to the rhythm I bring\n  Sing songs call survival on the Mingus revival\n\n  Scored the bass hit with my bugged out clique\n  It? s doodlebugm give me love for a visual script\n  Sip the groove juice, it? s kinda rough\n  Sevens never bluff, I had enough, eleven\n\n  That? s right, show you right, alright\n  That? s right, show you right, alright\n  That? s right, show you right, alright\n\n  In the east I rose, froze in the pose\n  Of a land diseased, flows that coolest summer breeze\n  Nikki did Kevin braids, we got four in the 'Lac\n  As we swoop at Warp Seven, holler don't crowd cats\n\n  'Cause look corpie is the color and butter he do it low\n  All you hear is poppers and rubber I'm sayin', oh\n  Man we keep it poppin' on hot day shit\n  I got the fish eggs droppin' any block you dip\n\n  And I dazzle that mood with the cool out fool\n  Easin' semi-swerve to the curb like the do\n  I'm fro, blow, you got that right\n  Groove with soul and I'm still spinnin'\n\n  Cross 110 and indicate 'em somethin' else\n  Blackest space, deepest sea\n  My shit's on natural high\n  The man can't put no thing on me\n\n  So dig me when my mind stretch out, it? s astro black\n  Time reachin' end to end, nappy afro blue\n  We'd swoop and fight in, out the corners\n  Do my thang like you be with a nigga\n\n  That? s right, show you right, alright\n  That? s right, show you right, alright\n  That? s right, show you right, alright\n\n  That? s right, show you right, alright\n  That? s right, show you right, alright\n  That? s right, show you right, alright\n\n  That? s right, show you right, alright\n  That? s right, show you right, alright\n  That? s right, show you right, alright\n  ...\n"}]