Rebirth of Slick (Cool Like Dat) Songtext
von Digable Planets

We like the breeze, flow straight out of our lids
Them, they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us, floor rush when the DJ′s boomin' classics
You dig the crew on the fattest hip-hop records
He touch the kinks and sinks into the sounds
She frequents the fatter joints called undergrounds
Our funk zooms like you hit the Mary Jane
They flock to booms man, boogie had to change

Who freaks the clips with mad amount percussion?
Where kinky hair goes to unthought-of dimensions
Why′s it so fly? 'Cause hip-hop kept some drama
When Butterfly rocked the light blue suede Pumas
What by the cut, we push it off the corner
How was the buzz, entire hip-hop era?


Was fresh and fat since they started sayin' outtie
′Cause funks made fat from right beneath my hoodie
The poobah of the styles like Miles and shit
Like ′60s funky worms with waves and perms
Just sendin' junky rhythms right down yo′ block
We be to rap what key be to lock

But I'm cool like dat, I′m cool like dat
I'm cool like dat, I′m cool like dat
I'm cool like dat, I'm cool like dat
I′m cool like dat, I′m cool (I'm cool, I′m cool)

We be the chocolates taps on my raps
She innovates at the sweeter cat naps
He at the funk club with the vibrate
Them, they be crazy down with the five Nat'

It can kick a plan then a crowd burst
Me, I be diggin′ it with a bump verse
Us, we be freakin 'til dawn blinks an eye
He gives the strangest smile so I say, "Hi" (wassup?)

Who understood, yeah, understood the plans?
Him, heard a beat and put it to his hands
What, I just flip, let borders get loose
How to consume all the beats just like juice


If it′s the shit we'll lift it off the plastic
The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic
Pimp playin′ shock, it don′t matter, I'm fatter
Ask Butter how I zone (man, Cleopatra Jones)

And I′m chill like dat, I'm chill like dat
I′m chill like dat, I'm chill like dat
I′m chill like dat, I'm chill like dat
I'm chill like dat, I′m chill

Blink, blink, blink, blink, blink, blink, blink, blink

Think, think, think, think, think, think, think, think

We get ya free ′cause the clips be fat boss
Them, they're the jams and commence to goin′ off
She sweats the beats and ask me could she puff it
Me, I got crew, kids, seven and a crescent

Us cause a buzz when the nickel bags are dealt
Him, that's my man with the asteroid belt
They catch a fizz from the Mr. Doodle-Big
He rocks a tee from the Crooklyn nine-pigs

The rebirth of slick like my gangsta stroll
The lyrics, just like loot, come in stacks and rolls
You used to find a Bug in a box with fade
Now he boogies up your stage, plaits, twist, or braids

And I′m peace like dat, I'm peace like dat
I′m peace like dat, I'm peace like dat
I'm peace like dat, I′m peace like dat
I′m peace like dat, I'm peace

Check it out, man I groove like dat, I′m smooth like dat
I jive like dat, I roll like dat
Yeah, I'm thick like dat, I stack like dat
I′m down like dat, I'm black like dat

Well, yo, I funk like dat, I′m phat like dat
I'm in like dat 'cause I swing like dat
We jazz like dat, we freak like dat
We zoom like dat, we out (we out, we out)