Digable Planets — Fresh Out

One tilted hat All black du-rag My braids work back My mind is on my racks Thinking on my angles Plotting out the sack When I dance my chain jangles The wind’s at my back Raised to the beat Glazed by the street where it’s crazy And it’s deep, I sleep easy on my feet though No doubt, its figures and its clout And how you turn it out We know what it’s about Why this bling era vapor Unite us under paper Inciting fly behavior These niggas ain’t your saviors Man, they greedy and they shameless Corny and they game’s bitch Look how they rock the same shit Rich and not creative But we lay away off the playlist That self-proclaiming gay shit King’s move the crowd man, it’s all about the bangers Sagging off the corner’s, dreaming with the burners Black gangster families They can kill us at the grammy’s I’m amazed by the dazzle Unphased by the tragic I say love on the magic Diamonds and oil All these companies be their profits The death star confetti One long red carpet up to a supermarket Off the self-medication.. a station Bullshit.. but no relation So it’s really no stopping The system’s in the pocket When real niggas in a cell, got The devil stands to profit So.. What we need now is change! It’s time for us niggas to be about change Dip deep, nigga What it do now? I’m due some change When they catch your style you know it’s time to change