Datskat (Live at Blue Note NYC)

[Intro: Black Thought]

Uh-huh

[Chorus: Black Thought]

(Datskat) I know you dig it when I kick it, baby

(Datskat) I know you dig it when I kick it, baby

(Datskat) I know you dig it when I kick it, baby

(Datskat) I know you dig it when I, check it out

[Verse 1: Black Thought]

Di-bi-dis-banks, hip-it-flip-didip-didim-dow-hound

You wonder 'bout the sweat 'pon my brow, formulatin' nouns

I'll get down, boogie brother, rock on, right on, right on

Brown rhymer organically grown, I've shown while

Sip-pipa-didip-styles and proceed to flow

Plus I'm flyer than G.I., so yo, Joe

Fuck, I run amok, yo, I'm the father of the fattest skatter

Black is intellectual, cat that is perpetually

Ritually catchin' wreck, don't step, I cut ya

I mix the Sector 6 and now I knowledge butter words

To prop up Afrika Bambaataa, a lotta brothers was out there

Waitin' on that new shit, well, this is how we do, kid

The levels are correct, one-two, call in a blunt too

The front two run through, brand for you

Good new styles like kung fu

Rip this from the front to the back

To all my peoples, where you at? I know you dig it when I kick it

[Chorus: Black Thought]

(Datskat) I know you dig it when I kick it, baby

(Datskat) I know you dig it when I kick it, baby

(Datskat) I know you dig it when I kick it, baby

(Datskat) I know you, know you, know you, know you, know you

(Datskat) Turn it up, yeah

(Datskat) I know you dig it when I kick it, baby

(Datskat) Yeah

(Datskat) That be Malik

[Verse 2: Black Thought]

Badabu-dee-doo-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop

Skiggy-dang, skiggy-dang, you knows I'm gonna rock

And won't stop, just droppin' off my bags and tags

When you define, the word behind, it says you lags

We blast off like launchers, launchin' off the rockets

When you bugs and you act like plugs, you're gettin' pulled outta sockets

It's extracurricular, particularly this

Miraculous, but lyrics, they be callin' me Jesus

Please just call me Malik, I'm not a prophet

Pass me a topic and I'll drop it

Because it gets hairier, never marry or flurries a throne

To hell with a royal thrown a microphone

Will be convenient, I'm never bein' lenient

On those blokes who like to choke 'cause they'll rope

Badabu-dee-doo-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop

We makin' touchdowns 'cause we knock them butts down, so

[Chorus: Black Thought]

(Datskat) I know you dig it when we kick it, baby

(Datskat) I know you dig it way I kick it, baby

(Datskat) I know you dig it way I kick it, baby

(Datskat) Yeah

(Datskat) There it is, what it is

(Datskat) What it was, what it's gon' be

(Datskat) Yeah, yeah

(Datskat) Let's go