Digable Planets - Dial 7 Lyrics
Hey (x4)We are the creamy spiesThe cream always rises upWe all got sequelThe Man's game has peakedWe are sun moon and starWe all got piecesIt's nation tarnation timeReady to put in workWe got mad peoplesYour double dealin' is scopedYour tongue is forked we knowWe ghetto levelHeyWe can make life betterTogetherNot dividedUniversal ori-gi-nal, creamyThe man ain't shitWhat's happenin'Check it outIn the year of '89 I stole back my black mindFound peace up in the east I shineOne time blind I refined, then over timeI realized the creamy spy gots to climbFind the spot in this land of uncle samFocus my thoughts and be that true black man that I amI stand in the face of oppressionWith my sisters and my brothers no slippin' no half steppin'The five percent nation is my representationI wear Timberlands study in TimbuktuWon't rest until they free our brother Mumia-AbuNow can you feel it (huh) nothing can save yaFor this is the season of our self saviour(?) is younger than guerillasSparks the revolution black tactics, whateverWe see what's happenin'We might start bustin'We'll spell it out for youIf you talk it live itLet's get creamyReally creamyUptownWith pleasureWussupI cannot answer for my damages due to layin soul type sentencesI prepare time for and sisters fought passage in the tactic front styleWarfare for the projectsI liveA series of niggas atop a targetWatch out with preset we swift to light strikeIn an aerial form we closin'Select territorial aim let's be outOn an onslaughtWe plague youCannot get tookEven for the suckers we light up it's good lookin'Out even could get takin out I die fightin'Subtract the devils that get smokedHeeeeeey, funkay (x4)We're people, black peopleSteal your mind backDon't die in their wilderness***** thatFor CMB dogs in L.A.New York project hallwaysLet's point our heaters the other wayCreamayJust like that, a C-Know is the sun of all manType good, be a real fighter super froBust itThe beast may wanna war in the summerThus, I brought my camouflage playin' corners(?) why they pimp hip hopI strategize my joints you know it don't stopAnd it don't pop son it's p'jects bound togetherThe beats in concrete when I'm creamin' with my stilettoGot 16 for the imperial fascistsLong beach brothers and honeys we's bouts to set itDomino theory cause they stalled our flowCollectin' pitchforks 'till they free GeronimoWhile you blaze up I stay my fist raised upWhile you bet, I representWhatUptown downtown across like whereverMeet me in the Crook and we could piece it all togetherHey super funkySuper black and superbHey super super fineHey super funky
