The Art Of Easing (Live)

Smooth

Smooth

Beyond the

Beyond the

Automatic, systematic

Automatic

Complex

Just ease it in

The feeling's right

The music's tight

Departing out of Crooklyn, type Saturday night

The gear the god was rocking type way out of sight

Limping past the projects

Seen my man, a'ight

Steelo type fat, solar type facts

Later for milk and honey, get the money out this piece

Relax

I handle streets, all type slick

Just like a seven no ???

She got moist

Cause I gots the platinum voice

Like syrup, for delf roaming, the New York boroughs

As they temp our perms, plus I ride the iron worms

Uptown across down, from the boogie with no faking

Ghetto to my marrow, then

Ease on back to Crooklyn

Hold it, as loot in my timbs and army suits

Parlayin where Malcolm stood, now brothers push they blow out

A slicker nigga pig, dig me picking my fucking 'fro out

Limping up the one tree fives

The p-jects

The eject these herbs

That's word to green herb

Now the curbs

I play that like, primo supreme hustler

Nappy hair, oil slick, loyal to kick and dirty snare

Little panther

Answers to the nom de plum butter

Nice, preciser rubber, slicer and cutter

In a freshly dip state, I contemplate

Whose avenue be making the most bacon?

My honey gets the loot out, what's shaking

We getting live, dreaming being in the central ave. bus stop

Then I call bust out, wassup?

Seems that the dream team's me, Mecca the god, and Sulaiman

If your beats is phatty

And it's on

Then I'm gone

Hey, hey, hey

Easin in as slick as I can

You know my motions, slimmer with no limo

I ride the c local, and tilt my army brimmer

Milt bless the vibes, pro symbolize

Built with the fives, my clique then amplified

Sounds as we ease, beneath the New York moon

Pounds as we dip, increase these New York tunes

It's the universe I have

Nappy and happy, June 12th, I self don't say that exists

Imported on the ships, with irons around the fist

Gradual to afros, black cats, and fist picks

Still creating boogies, and the styles they want

Now they try to move us, for the styles we flaunt

But I, seen it sunny, plus seen rain

Plus seen my moneys getting smoked for change

I face left in the round up

Pound up the god

When the devil

Blow to the essence

Sinks deep down into the blue train cover

The real got surreal cause we feel you ain't a gangster

When I was a youngster ate jazz and black

Freedom had a pistol it was just like that

Old earth gave me kisses to her coach and power records

Pumas these flavors busy b mic checkin's

The crown says I'm down, from the ground up

But what if emcee comes

Come on, emcee go

Easin in as slick as I can

The feelings right

The music's tight

Departing out of Crooklyn, type Saturday night

The gear the god was rocking type way out of sight

Limping past the projects

See my man, a'ight

When the mic check counts

My amounts is cash

I don't shoot out

I get that loot out cause I'm fresh

Hit you with the gold front grin, with diamond look

Muhammad made em, Nikki paid him

I was shook

I tell an emcee in a eye blink

That you wack as crack

Cee-know got my back

And we both can laugh

And for example, we swift this

Lifted up on luck

And for complexing, like brass and brown skin

We of this, built this with south boogie down

Bronx

Outs the clowns, in the suits

With the cash

I tell' em

Pass the ruck, or get stuck by my comrade's badge

Just like my mom and dad had it

And did it

Easin in as slick as I can

Quiet please, quiet please

Welcome to this class

Black studies 700 the art of easing

I'm your conductor instructor Mr. Castro

Take a look at your syllabus

You are required to be plushed out, and dip daily

Guess, army suits, timbs, lugz, whatever

Quiet please in the back, quiet please

You will have two texts

And finally, we are taking a field trip

To the East Star Housing

Projects speak perfect slang

Black caeser, superfly, golden

These are the images we want you portrayed in

Please, could you be quiet Mr. Simmons

Thank you