Highing Fly - Digable Planets

Hey

Glide through the corner bout peace the hour

Slide twenty spaces to mate a life

Went through my place, ain’t nothing but hers

You wind at the box and they playing my joint, uh huh

Limped through the concrete, the hell we a buzz

Afros, cubatas and the round ball cuffing

They say, what’s happening?

What’s happening nigga?

The six fly honeys and the new bomb tape

Nothing but the baby cutting jazzy core

While they kick a butter flow where the fly shit be had

We the most

Ninety three million miles

And I kicked that on everything

Time for the countdown mec

Gimme the countdown

Word

Hey

Right on

Hey

Block, blocks and blocks

Blocks…