The Art of Easing

(Slick as I can)

Black studies 700, The Art Of Easing

The gear, The God, was rockin’ type, way out of sight

(Slick as I can)
Uptown across down, from the boogie with no fake
With irons around the fist
My honey gets the loot out
Who’s avenue be makin' the most bacon
I tell ‘em, pass the ruck
I face left in the round up
Easin in zoom
Ask the clowns, in the suits with the cash
Easin’ in as slick as I can
(Beyond the)
She got moist ‘cause I got’s the platinum voice
Nappy hair, oil slick, loyal to kick and dirty snare, little panther
Easin’ in as slick as I can
Easin’ in as slick as I can
Or get stuck by my comrades badge
Old earth gave me kisses to her coach of power records

Deep down into the blue train cover
Easin’ in as slick as I can
Answers to the nom de plum butter
Take a look at your syllabus
Easin’ in, zoom
Limpin' up the one tree fives, the P jects, the eject these herbs
Easin’ in as slick as I can

We gettin' live
If their beats is phatty
Easin’ in as slick as I can
(The music’s tight)
When the mic, check counts my amount is cash
You know my motions, slimmer with no limo
It’s the universe I have

And did it

Just like a seven no lash
Black Ceaser, Superfly, Golden
The music is tight
These are the images we want you portrayed in
Easin’ in as slick as I can
(As slick as I can)
(Whack)
Easin’ in as slick as I can
But what if emcee comes, come on, emcee go
And we both can laugh

Hold it, has loot in my timbs and army suits

Easin’ in as slick as I can
But I, seen it sunny, plus seen rain
Ghetto to my marrow then ease on back to Crooklyn
Plus seen my moneys gettin' smoked for change
Milt bless the vibes, pro symbolize
Automatic, systematic
And for complexion like brass and brown skin
Limpin' past the market scene, my man, aight

Easin in, yeah, slick
Easin’ in as slick as I can

Departin’ out of Crooklyn type, Saturday night

Muhammad made ‘em, Nikki paid him, I was shook

Easin’ in as slick as I can

And finally, we are takin' a field trip
In a freshly dip state, I contemplate
We’re shaking?
Easin’ in as slick as I can
The crowd says I’m down from the ground up
We of this, built this with South, Boogie Down Bronx
Still creatin' boogies and the styles they want
(Automatic)
When I was a youngster, ate jazz and black
Easin’ in as slick as I can
Blaowed to the essence sinks
C know got my back
Easin’ in as slick as I can
Quiet please in the back, quiet please
Seems that the dream teams me

And for example, we swift this, lifted up on luck
Nice, preciser, rubber, slicer and cutter

Later for milk and honey

(The music’s tight)
I’m your conductor, instructor, Mr. Castro
(Slick as I can)

Pound up The God when the devil wished the cents
I self don’t say that exists, imported on the ships
Then I call bust out, wassup?
Dreamin’ bein’ in the Central Ave. bus stop
That’s word to green herb, not the curbs

The feelin's right
Just like my mom and dad had it
Departin’ out of Crooklyn, type Saturday night
Get the money out this piece, relax
And it’s on then I’m gone
You are required to be plushed out and dip daily
I ride the C local and tilt my army brimmer
The real got surreal ‘cause we feel you ain’t a ganster
I tell an emcee in a eye blink

Now they try to move us for the styles we flaunt
Mecca, The God and Sulaiman
Like syrup, for delf roamin', the New York Boroughs
(Just ease it in)
(As slick as I can)
Sounds as we ease beneath the New York moon
Built with the fives, my clique then amplified
As they temp our perms, plus I ride the iron worms
I handle streets, all type slick

Beyond the
Easin’ in as slick as I can

Easin’ in as slick as I can
Nappy and happy, June 12th
The Gear, The God, was rockin’ type, way out of sight
Gradual to afros, black cats and fist picks
The feelings right
I don’t shoot out, I get that loot out ‘cause I’m fresh
Pumas, these flavors, busy B mic. checkin’s
Easin’ in, slick
Pounds as we dip increase these New York tunes

Quiet please, quiet please, welcome to this class
Hit you with the gold front rim with diamond look
(Relax)
Guess, army suits, Timbs, Lugz, whatever
A slicker nigga pig, dig me picking my fuckin' ‘fro out
Complex
The music’s tight

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Steelo type fat, solar type facts
Limpin' past the market scene, my man, aight
Parlayin’ where Malcolm stood, now brother’s plus they blow out

Freedom had a pistol, it was just like that
Easin’ in as slick as I can
Easin’ in as slick as I can
That you whack as crack
You will have 2 texts
I play that like, primo supreme hustler

Please, could you be quiet Mr. Simmons

To the East Star Housin', projects speak perfect slang