Graffiti - Digable Planets, Jeru The Damaja

I got the concrete under my feet

I got the shotty right next to my body

I got the hood notes so street get your float on

I got the ease back style, watch out what I’m typin

Noise, noise, noise, noise (x4)

To summarize a lick at the man with the stick

Come strategy fight act like new york

Pieces can squeeze deep of the way

Why g mayors sonnies dis it

We latitude sway we determine the prey

He swings the whole sphere in original

Scare steelo’s weak soul scream and a whisper

Blow the house right over black people grow

We make

Noise, noise, noise, noise (x2)

I got the buck wild style that make you get hyper

I got the knowledge of god, sevens all in my cipher

I got the new york hip hop so it goes on and on

Use my mind, pen and paper then the rhymes is not

Mind held down well so you can’t touch it

When I discharge fools pray for peace

Beats all on my back it’s just like that in Brooklyn

So I vibrate and shake em off like fleas

Electromagnetic radiation, radio waves

Changing frequency

Here in NYC we get busy

Raps and peas, street smarts, no college degrees

Too many degrees the freeze not fakin

Fake snakes are bacon, honeys hips are shakin

It ain’t no joke so get your boys

This afu!

'Ru what we do?

We make

Noise, noise, noise, noise (x2)

I got the power for twenty four hours

I got the love pump, Brooklyn don’t front

I got the fly joints packed, like that, like that

I got the slow motion got my float, got my clique

I gets live when I feel the positive vibe, uh

The seven gets eleven when I’m filled with the vibes

Now i’m flyin high through the seventh dimension

As I travel uptown to get a piece of the action

Then I’m maxin with the actual facts men

As we relax to a black ceaser flick and third vision

My movements is precision, supreme mathematician

Indeed I’m true and livin when I’m givin

What?

That

Noise, noise, noise, noise (x4)

Brothers with the blowouts develop your envelopes

Stamp it, amp it, raise your razor blade

Found downtown in the land of crooks

My pops say books, I say sneaks and name buckles

Pigs say «Freeze boy,» shit, I just chuckles

Fence alley

Walkin by them fronts from my jip in the flatty

Everthing cherry cause george just stole a caddy

Who bust dex was the question next

Dres said

Northbound

Then he sipped his becks

Then he clipped his vex, display the context

Beep code, street clothes and all the nose candy

Hotter microphone, heater the chrome jammy

My family consists one honey

Comrades, ghetto streets, more gods than greeks

The seven twos eleven till death toy

Now you understand what I’m talking about

Now you understand what my walk is about

Now you understand what New York is about

We make

Noise, noise, noise, noise

It’s just

Noise, noise, noise, noise (x4)

They keep lying together like fingers on the can

No outsiders ever, never