Blowing Down - Digable Planets

We always roll down, no doubt

At the funky side of ten spots

Dash yeah, crystals how clear, I broke out

Pretenders bent out and ready to do my splendor

Move, move the smooth groover, dudes from the zoo

That play the mic like, wow

Walk with a cane, talk with the slang

Developed on Crooklyn blocks which I walk but

Our radius is the whole universe

Kiss yourself goodbye cause Amu know you no plush

Cheese dime, let me try her, gold smile

Fro in the pile, beep beeped my sun visor

She filled with sun visor, and Staten the third

Love, love, everyday, that’s my word

When I see your crew, I say «that's them herbs»

Blam-blam, bloodclot and it just don’t stop

(Fresh) lush black (slick)

Right off the block (fat)

No doubt, we turns it out

Cause we keep black movement and castle keep rocking

Plus hang with my niggas and hit the dope spots

Play in the corners and maybe even boogie

Till the sun come up or a gun come up

Shooting at the breeze, the local MCs

Styling with ease, doing it like the sun is in here

Cause we bomb rhyme, saying, Butter ain’t playing

Blowing out, blowing out

Blowing out, blowing out

Blowing out, blowing out

Blowing out, blowing out

Black on time been still laying like I said

Under the screen, be a eighth wonder

So for Dania, I do it, shit, push a little fist

Fit my one twenties, greet the avenue blue

Corner flying it into a forty, twenty

Brothers lay in a bottle, thirty fly right by, double time and shit

Next, I’m hitting, so I can step sooner

On the nova, so no water goes south

So see my G, yeah, she coming and we not a flesh vendor

Mecca got soul living so, living so

Shot open on my left just in time

No we finger pops it to a liter, when it’s cool

In a sense we smoother than oil’s contents

Loyal to the kick drum like… flavor

Bounce, bounce, ease back, when we do it, fluid

Yes, nigga type fresh

Blowing out, blowing out

Blowing out, blowing out

Blowing out, blowing out

Blowing out, blowing out

We always blow out (Without a doubt, without a doubt)

For the funky side of town, no doubt (Yes, yes, y’all, yes, yes, y’all)

We always blow out (Uh, check it out)

For the funky side of town, no doubt (Word)

We gets live-r than any eighty fiver

And the funk pots thicker out here in Brooklyn

Every crew’s badder, we choose to rock fatter

Cause I stimulate…

Life and matter

When I spread my wings, I do’s my things

Cause Doodle Bug wants to live like a Zulu king

So I swing with my crew to where the beats be fat

Swoon units by the pound and they natural black

Without a doubt, this is the place to be

I see baseball caps, hear beats by Warren G

I sinks into the mode of the cool out breeze

You know, the cool breeze rocks the beats wit ease

So nigga please, full of the dread poetic

The sun-moon sect in the house made to set it

With the peace signs, fat rhymes, the planet fix

Add Butter to the Mecc, then jet to eighty-six

Blowin' out, blowin' out

Blowin' out, blowin' out

Blowin' out, blowin' out

Blowin' out, blowin' out

You better blow that shit out