Dog It

(album: Blowout Comb - 1994)

DPS forever hit ya' with the live stuff
Suliman the Bronx Ripper on the live puff
V Love, that's my money like dominoes
Brooklyn do keep it rocking till the sun shows
I pop my junk my junk, I pop my junk my junk
I pop my junk my junk, pop my junk my junk
I pop my junk my junk, like what you want you want
Pop my junk my junk, I pop my junk
The noise that we made is blue, in color sound
Toys who played my crew couldn't walk the new ground
Or chalk the new sound
A bop like Teddy Charles was burning
When I excurse on excursions
Arriving at the doors of mind shores of seas
Burnt you with degrees solarly
Plus my leather jacket go acid disappear in the wisp
In the mist, with a fist
Proletariat, Cad-i-lac steering it
Fro soul gold Panther crew grab our poppers
Now, I'm making bacon
Still saying wa ah salaam ah lakum
Fresh joints we make 'em like water
Butter rap treasures at my leisure whatever whatever
So I gave my mind a pound cause y'all we had it down
We symbolize the blessed and represent the rest
Grabs in my pockets I release my hot rockets
K.B. said "What you give 'em?" I was like "Mad rhythm"
That's my junk

Eric Dolphy always hits me with the live stuff
Bahamadia back the sounds with the love love
T.J. and Lisa real peoples 89 and still
In Fort Green on diamond back is where I'm at
Feeling da funk da funk that's in the trunk the trunk
I feel the funk da funk, feeling the funk da funk
I'm feeling funk da funk I'm in the trunk da trunk
Feeling da funk da funk, I am the funk
I raise everyday for the mass
Tote my fist right up right against the fascist
Descend to my borough fix my diction
It's way on time
Fossil watch fifth line still shining
I'm left this year a ???? player
In my vein lives bell hooks Derrick Bell, Reggie Butler
See Marvin knew it, and Sly knew it
Cube know it and now we do it outta Brooklyn
Outta sight brown sandals handling M.C.s with angles
Commit to street corners where players be jayin
I'm saying a Digable swinger
Word to mouth brought the clout 'specially in the summer
We vanish like vapor
Burn paper
We deal real-real so chill
We linger in the funk

Yes Yes, bus stop what's (what's) up
On the script side
Low down the whole mix and flips I 63
Jay B and M.C. baby blue great
Do it fluent keep it real and straight

We make it bump de bump, we make it bump se bump
We make it pump se pump, we make it bump

Save your corny missions for the tracks you lying on
We got ammunition for the streets we dying on
Stones, rocks, subways, blocks, chill mode
Loot fold
Rebel wit no pause down to die for cause because
Denia gotta see a fatter day
It's Saturday I'm looking at the streets as my Nikes
Cover asphalt
Day gives way to night
My weight crush trash broken glass
Play the wall with one foot up
"Yo What up Ish?", "What's up"
The flyer we get the higher we get
Good tryers
Is good diers that it so I move
We showed and we prove
It's groove food
What's going on
You want to see knowledge born, see C Knowledge Born
Before we fall victim we lick 'em
I ain't playing
Meet me at the corner Murdock and Adelphi
I bless you with some joints, the mental hollow points
We do it in the park, we do it in the park
That's right, that's right
We do it in the park, we do it in the park
I'm fluent after dark, in any situation
My tools, jewels, the nation

That's how we bump...