Digable Planets

Smooth
(Smooth)
Beyond the
(Beyond the)

Automatic, systematic
(Automatic)
Complex
(Just ease it in)

The feelings right
The music is tight
(The music?s tight)

Departin? out of Crooklyn, type Saturday night
The Gear, The God, was rockin? type, way out of sight
Limpin' past the market scene, my man, aight

Steelo type fat, solar type facts
Later for milk and honey
Get the money out this piece, relax
(Relax)
I handle streets, all type slick
Just like a seven no lash

She got moist ?cause I got?s the platinum voice
Like syrup, for delf roamin', the New York Boroughs
As they temp our perms, plus I ride the iron worms
Uptown across down, from the boogie with no fake
Ghetto to my marrow then ease on back to Crooklyn

Hold it, has loot in my timbs and army suits
Parlayin? where Malcolm stood, now brother?s plus they blow out
A slicker nigga pig, dig me picking my fuckin' ?fro out
Limpin' up the one tree fives, the P jects, the eject these herbs
That?s word to green herb, not the curbs

I play that like, primo supreme hustler
Nappy hair, oil slick, loyal to kick and dirty snare, little panther
Answers to the nom de plum butter
Nice, preciser, rubber, slicer and cutter

In a freshly dip state, I contemplate
Who?s avenue be makin' the most bacon
My honey gets the loot out
We?re shaking?

We gettin' live
Dreamin? bein? in the Central Ave. bus stop
Then I call bust out, wassup?
Seems that the dream teams me
Mecca, The God and Sulaiman

If their beats is phatty
And it?s on then I?m gone
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Easin? in as slick as I can
Easin? in as slick as I can
(Slick as I can)

Easin? in as slick as I can
Easin? in, zoom
Easin? in as slick as I can
Easin? in, slick

You know my motions, slimmer with no limo
I ride the C local and tilt my army brimmer
Milt bless the vibes, pro symbolize
Built with the fives, my clique then amplified

Sounds as we ease beneath the New York moon
Pounds as we dip increase these New York tunes
It?s the universe I have
Nappy and happy, June 12th

I self don?t say that exists, imported on the ships
With irons around the fist
Gradual to afros, black cats and fist picks
Still creatin' boogies and the styles they want
Now they try to move us for the styles we flaunt

But I, seen it sunny, plus seen rain
Plus seen my moneys gettin' smoked for change
I face left in the round up
Pound up The God when the devil wished the cents
Blaowed to the essence sinks

Deep down into the blue train cover
The real got surreal ?cause we feel you ain?t a ganster
When I was a youngster, ate jazz and black
Freedom had a pistol, it was just like that

Old earth gave me kisses to her coach of power records
Pumas, these flavors, busy B mic. checkin?s
The crowd says I?m down from the ground up
But what if emcee comes, come on, emcee go

Easin? in as slick as I can
Easin? in as slick as I can
(As slick as I can)
Easin? in as slick as I can
Easin in zoom

Easin? in as slick as I can
Easin? in as slick as I can
(Slick as I can)
Easin? in as slick as I can
Easin in, yeah, slick

The feelin's right
The music?s tight
(The music?s tight)

Departin? out of Crooklyn type, Saturday night
The gear, The God, was rockin? type, way out of sight
Limpin' past the market scene, my man, aight

When the mic, check counts my amount is cash
I don?t shoot out, I get that loot out ?cause I?m fresh
Hit you with the gold front rim with diamond look
Muhammad made ?em, Nikki paid him, I was shook

I tell an emcee in a eye blink
That you whack as crack
(Whack)
C know got my back
And we both can laugh

And for example, we swift this, lifted up on luck
And for complexion like brass and brown skin
We of this, built this with South, Boogie Down Bronx
Ask the clowns, in the suits with the cash

I tell ?em, pass the ruck
Or get stuck by my comrades badge
Just like my mom and dad had it
And did it

Easin? in as slick as I can
Easin? in as slick as I can
(As slick as I can)
Easin? in as slick as I can
Easin? in as slick as I can

Easin? in as slick as I can
Easin? in as slick as I can
(Slick as I can)
Easin? in as slick as I can
Easin? in as slick as I can

Quiet please, quiet please, welcome to this class
Black studies 700, The Art Of Easing
I?m your conductor, instructor, Mr. Castro
Take a look at your syllabus

You are required to be plushed out and dip daily
Guess, army suits, Timbs, Lugz, whatever
Quiet please in the back, quiet please
You will have 2 texts

And finally, we are takin' a field trip
To the East Star Housin', projects speak perfect slang
Black Ceaser, Superfly, Golden
These are the images we want you portrayed in

Please, could you be quiet Mr. Simmons
Thank you

Butterfly searchin for a relax
Pullin from the jazz stacks cause it's Sunday
On the air is incense sounds to the ceiling
Tried to get this feelin since Monday
Lookin out the window watchin all the people go
Buggin off a funny vibe cause now it seems they're equal
Wonder what would 'trane say wonder what my pop say
Buggin off the calmness in the Apple

Who me I'm coolin in NY, I'm chillin in NY
The hoods is on my block and the brothers at the court
The baseball hats is on and the projects is calm
Dreamtime's extended - and highly recommended
But early birds like me's up checkin out the scene
The early worms jog, forget about your job
Just come dig the essence while the decadence is hidden
When people act like people the theory?
If you know the norm it's like Hades transformed
On sunday's early hours the city sprouts its flowers
So get with the rhythms while you gettin with the planets
Vibe off the jams but don't take them for granted

We venture through the streets in search of funky beats
Extensive is the travels and it's heavy on the sneaks
Ye it's kickin out the speakers of the sunday morning jeepers
My man do planets do it lovely?
Am I my brother's keeper?

We foot it to the park where the swoon units walk
And sit with the phoenicians diggin on musicians
Hangin with the rebels sippin on a Snapple
Buggin with my crew just trippin in the Apple
You be thinkin peace when you're vibin with your flock
But you be thinkin damn everybody's got a glock
If you got some beef please express that in silence
Or else - violence

But right here is the life it's the children of the concrete
Livin off the fruits and the functions of the fat beats
Hip-Hop's all around the members is growin
Please dig on the sounds cause the good vibes they snowin

Wake up, prayin' that the game's on
Maybe it's the Runnin' Rebs, maybe it's the Knicks
Maybe it's a rerun of an old tv show
Like hawaii 5-0 or karate flicks
Maybe if the phone rings butterfly will take wings
Speakin on some cool things frontin like I cope
Born under flat ground now I'm chillin shaky ground
Reachin for pacific heights sunday is my rope - dig it

Sunday's to relax
Some Sunday morning drama is callin up my mama
The hot line is in I guess the ? knew the deal
Vibin off the jams of the crews on Sugarhill
Lay around and think ain't nothin to do
Checkin out some frommes, some satre, camus
Mingus's Ah Um, damn Roach can drum
The DP's are life there they go here they come
It's time to grab some loot put on the timber boots
Checking out some dollies/dali's like tasha and kamali
NY is a museum with its posters and graffiti
If you're in the city on Sunday
Come check me, get with me

We always roll down, no doubt
At the funky side of ten spots

Dash yeah, crystals how clear, I broke out
Pretenders bent out and ready to do my splendor
Move, move the smoke groover, dudes from the zoo
That play the mic like, wow

Walk with a cane, talk where the slang
Develop on crooklyn blocks which I walk
But our radius is the whole universe
Kiss yourself goodbye 'cause Amu know you no plush

Cheese dime, let me try her, gold smile
Fro in the pile, beep beeped my sun visor
She filled with sun visor, stat in the third
Love, love, everyday, that's my word
When I see your crew, I say that's them herbs
So blau, blaum, blaw black and it just don't stop

Fresh, lush black, slick
Right off the block, fat
No doubt we turns it out
'Cause we

Keep black movement and castle keep rockin'
Plus hang with my niggas and hit the dope spots
Play in the corners and maybe even boogie
Till the sun come up or a gun come up

Shootin' at the breeze the local emcees
Stylin' wit ease, doin' it like the sun is in here
'Cause we bomb rhyme, sayin', butter ain't playin'

Blowin' out, blowin' out
Blowin' out, blowin' out
Blowin' out, blowin' out
Blowin' out, blowin' out

Black on time been still layin' like I said
Under the screen, be a eight wonder
So for Dania, I do it, shit, push a little fist
Fit my one twenties, greet the avenue blue

Corner flyin' it into a forty, twenty
Brothers lay in a bottle, thirty fly right by double time and shit
Next, I'm hittin', so I can step sooner
On the nova, so no water goes south

So see my G, yeah, she comin' and we not a flesh vendor
Mecca got soul livin' so, livin' so
Shot open on my left just in time
No we finger pops it to a liter, whet it?s cool

In a sense we smoother than oils contents
Loyal to the kick drum like flavor
Bounce, bounce, ease back when we do it fluid
Yes, nickel type fresh

Blowin' out, blowin' out
Blowin' out, blowin' out
Blowin' out, blowin' out
Blowin' out, blowin' out

We always blow out, without a doubt, without a doubt
For the funky side of town, no doubt
Yes, yes, y'all, yes, yes, y'all
We always blow out, check it out
For the funky side of town, no doubt, word

We gets liver than any eighty fiver
And the funk pots thicker out here in our Brooklyn
Every crews badder, we choose to rack fatter
'Cause I stimulate life and matter

When I spread my wings, I dos my thing
'Cause doodle big wants to live like a Zooloo king
So I swing with my crew to where the beats be fat
Swoon units by the pound and they natural black

Without a doubt, this is the place to be
I see baseball caps, hear beats by Warren G
I sinks into the mode of the cool out breeze
You know, the cool breeze rocks the beats wit ease

So nigga, please, full of the dread poetic
The sun moon sect in the house made to set it
With the peace signs, fat rhymes, the planet fix
Add butter to the mec then jet to eighty six

Blowin' out, blowin' out
Blowin' out, blowin' out
Blowin' out, blowin' out
Blowin' out, blowin' out

You better blow that shit out

Featuring Sulaiman And Monica Payne

(Monica)
Brooklyn got the funk
Uptown got the funk
EastWestNorthside got the funk
L.A. got the funk
Boogie Down got the funk
Queens do got the funk
The bottom got the funk
We got the funk
(Butterfly)
I'm high as the wind so I blow mines
Curb hanger and hopper at the oracle of hipster
Just like Black Caesar my depths are fresh
'Cos you're a fish and I'm a water sign
My laid-back pimp walk is lanier by design
Gold fronts soul I shotee now watch you shine
Me and C-Know makin' it a pundit
I'm glad to see my nigga he plush and lavish on the block
(Mecca the Ladybug)
Cleaner than others in my form I resort on the corners
Connect with my propers
Cop my double players
Cleo still hittin' 'till 38's pump and they up it
Yell it and could never by defunk-ed
I'm totemed in the fashionable flyers
Unscared against the palest of 'em
Gem percents unheard since I'm the storm
Donned '69 power...
Blocks
(C-Knowledge the Doodlebug)
You can check my stats I got crazy ups baby
C-Know got style don't play me like I'm lazy
Fadey but never will I go out
My cl-out is known across the crooklyn lands
My universal fans got stamina
Polar bears are fear when we step in the arena
360 C-Know simply cyclin'
Firm as a rock print the god when I'm buildin' blocks
(Monica)
Mecca she got the funk
She got the funk yeah
My man C-Knowledge got the funk
He got the funk yeah
(C-Knowledge the Doodlebug)
From the 11217 I transmit
My area is thick my vision focused
My jitterbugs limp n' learn as I squirm
But I'm a team player so I w

Brooklyn got the funk
Uptown got the funk
East/West/Northside got the funk
L.A. got the funk
Boogie Down got the funk
Queens do got the funk
The bottom got the funk
We got the funk
I'm high as the wind so I blow mines
Curb hanger and hopper
at the oracle of hipster
Just like Black Caesar my depths are fresh
'Cos you're a fish and I'm a water sign
My laid-back pimp walk is lanier by design
Gold fronts soul I shotee
now watch you shine
Me and C-Know makin' it a pundit
I'm glad to see my nigga
he plush and lavish on the block
Cleaner than others in my form
I resort on the corners
Connect with my propers
Cop my double players
Cleo still hittin' 'till 38's pump and they up it
Yell it and could never by defunk-ed
I'm totemed in the fashionable flyers
Unscared against the palest of 'em
Gem percents unheard since I'm the storm
Donned '69 power...
Blocks
You can check my stats I got crazy ups baby
C-Know got style don't play me like I'm lazy
Fadey but never will I go out
My cl-out is known across the crooklyn lands
My universal fans got stamina
Polar bears are fear when we step in the arena
360 C-Know simply cyclin'
Firm as a rock print the god
when I'm buildin' blocks
Mecca she got the funk
She got the funk yeah
My man C-Knowledge got the funk
He got the funk yeah
From the 11217 I transmit
My area is thick my vision focused
My jitterbugs limp n' learn as I squirm
But I'm a team player so I waits my turn
And when I get the rock I
'm going straight to the hole
My average per game is pure black soul
In the 13-X styles the ignorance
Got the clearance to speak
intelligence on the block
Into illusion we drown
By forth sounds smooth enough
to break you left
Another pound as my conscience
get they rest
That's right we Shaft it
Includes this pro strips as I shit,
burnin', blowin'
Shakin' E-as-Allah
3 different bags of proof
Why won't you swallow
it approach you one time
The clearest, finer and sharper in the hour
of black stell power...
Blocks
Son I'm divin'
I worm mork n'jeans high swarms
The nigga in the Cadillac
so watch my spokes hoice
Spread him out a pound you slide me to 126
My soul-zodiac stroll with G licks
My understanding Bill doses 7 to the 6
I pump a fist
Even my hair got an ego
Gettin' super id
The kid is super kid
I doozey with the young Marx plus
the 7ods on the B-Line
Butterfly got the funk
He got the funk yeah
Sulaiman got the funk
He got the funk yeah
Ay yo here's the man
The true mastermind born n' planned
Talents skills not the wimps stand
So kill the sham
as I speak techniques mad deep
To represent for the streets the city corners
Leave 'em hot as a sauna
Word is bond 'cause Sule the steps be on
The true original sunset
to rise with foes and those you probably
recognized on the block
I play my jet tilted 'cause I got shtyle
Like every nigga on the corner stroll
with brown boots
This is our block and we do be tripping
Ringin' round the ave like sata at mad volume
I flash a slick grin sayin' cool with nuance
The donut eater sweatin'
at the blacks we all fronts
He asked my whats my name
I told him Mark Essex
Sucker I got lessons forever
I'm 'bout to bless it
Ay yo Sule noise it up
Blocks
I know you feel that you're real
Did you check to see? Nope check
the crew members
Brothers like Ambush and C.0.
Filthy rich downs a man in savages
Shown how Skay-Yo swings a method
to your madness
Real troops so walk around
with the joint so get the point
Get get the point get the point get the point
And now lounge to the sounds
cause the best spoke
I catch you on the next note
Or on the block
Ohridgnals got the funk
We got the funk yeah
Hip Hop gots the funk
He keeps the funk yeah

Teri got the funk
Monica got the funk
D.P.S. got the funk
7ods got the funk
Operation from the bottom got the funk
7 And A Crescent got the funk
Jazzy Joyce got the funk
Joi y'know she got the funk
Ruth there he got the funk
Pudgee straight got the funk
The streets got all the funk
Three T's got the funk
Zhane got the funk
HB got the funk
Little P.O's haven't got the funk
Beneficient got the funk
Actual Facts haven't got the funk
Soul Foods got the funk
K.B. got the funk
Rodo got the funk
Brother Arthur 4 got the funk
T.E. got the funk
Dave got the funk
Dex got the funk
Marx Brothers got the funk
We got the funk, yeah

[Butterfly]

We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us flow a 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 his 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 audi
Cause funks made fat from right beneath my hoodie
The puba of the styles like miles and shit
Like sixties funky worms with waves and perms
Just sendin chunky rhythms right down ya block
We be to rap what key be to lock

But
I'm cool like dat [x7]
I'm cool...I'm cool...

[Ladybug]

We be the chocolates taps on my raps
Innovates at the sweeta cat naps
He at the funk club with the vibrate
Them they be crazy down with the ?five plate?
It can kick a plan then a crowd burst
Me I be diggin it with s 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 plan
Him heard a beat and put it to his hands
What I just flip let borders get loose
How to consume or they'll be just like juice
If its the shit we'll lift it off the plastic
The babes'll go spastic
Hip hop gains a classic
Pimp playin shock it dont matter I'm fatter
Ax Butta how I zone (man Cleopatra Jones)

And
I'm chill like dat [x7]
I'm chill...I'm chill...

[All]

Blink..blink..blink..blink..blink..blink..blink....
Think..think..think..think..think..think..think...

[Doodlebug]

We get ya free cause the clips be fat boss
Them they're the jams and commence to goin off
She sweats the beat and ask me cause she puffed it
Me I got crew kids seven and a crescent
Us cause a buzz when the nickel bags are dealt
Him thats my man with the asteroid belt
They catch a fizz from the Mr. Doodle-big
He rocks a tee from the Crooklyn non-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 [x7]
I'm Peace

[Butterfly]

Check it out man I groove like dat
I'm smmoce like dat
I jive like dat
I roll like dat

[Ladybug]

Yeah I'm thick like dat
I stack like dat
I'm down like dat
I'm black like dat

[Doodlebug]

Well yo I funk like dat
I'm fat like dat
I'm in like dat
Cause I swing like dat

[Butterfly]

We jazz like dat
We freak like dat
We zoom like dat
We out...we out...

[Butterfly]
Yo, everybody's goin retro, right?
And I was thinkin... if the 60's and 70's were now,
Isaac Hayes woulda have his own 900 number.

[Mecca]
I know, and MC Hammer would've been a pimp, right?

[Butterfly]
Word, and jimmi would've dug us right?

[Doodlebug] Word.
[Butterfly] Yeah.

[Butterfly]
Get yours, float up to the stars
Planets hits a spot 'bout six blocks east of Mars.
Air soul kicks and crush velvet hats,
Hangin off the ave with the beautifulest naps.
Ride in the crest with the blessed, give a yes.
Planets kinda funky, as if you hadn't guessed.
Placebo's gettin blocked, funky joints get rocked
Jive is not found, we fly from the flesh
Whether Jeep or 'Lac, Peak you as you been there and
Float to them raps, Butterfly's planets for the
Jam 8 Tracks... from the 90-tops with the
Twists and plaits, look beneath my hat
Find the braids that hit ya, metro quite equiped
Knows of all the funk that was laid in 7-zips
Funk is phat, homey homey don't you know me?
Cool is back, give some skin, lay it on me
Groovy you could call it, hip, yeah, you could call we,
Fikky sticky fingers stuck us, loot junkies.
If you diggin rhyme, then you diggin rap
Jimmi's diggin this and we be diggin that...
Yeah...

(The song is by some groovy cats. If you can dig
The cats, you can dig the song).

[Butterfly]
Yo, the black panthers would've had their own show right?

[Mecca]
I know, and 8-track walkmans, right?

[Doodlebug]
True, The Jackson Five would've had dreads.

[Mecca]
Word, my man Tito would look fly, right?

[Butterfly]
Word, and Jimmi would've dug Dig Planets for real, word.

[Butterfly]
Planets bustin out of this L-7 square
Check out the wares, check out the hairs
Sweetback chills with Shav, on the ave
Jimmi's diggin cats, and that's just the half
Where'd they find the stuff to freak it like a wizzard,
Slick just like a lizzard? really weird, or is it?
It's just the logic, from how we rocks it
Pop shock picks it up and drops hits
We, the synthesis of then and now melts
Channeled to the masses through a DJ and some felts
Long haired hippies, Afro blacks,
All get together across the tracks
Because when we shows up, rythm rolls up
Funk cannot be measured while the pleasure grows up
Life ain't what it seems, life is but a dream
Planets wreakin havok is as constant as the rain
Yeah...

(The song is by some groovy cats. If you can dig
The cats, you can dig the song.

Yeah, I can really dig how these cats get down with the
Sound as it is today. The way they're bringing it all
Together, they're cool. Brothas are doin it right. And
They're paying good respect to the masters, I can
Dig it. It's exactly the way it should be.

It was 8:49 on a beautiful 9th day of july
There was not a cloud to speak of so the orange sun hung
Lonely in the sky
I was laying prone in my ?catbeat? home
Listening to fine nappy jackie and his jazzcat's horn
Sliding in a tape of bird on verve when suddenly rang my phone
Hello butterfly , a voice said
Slip on some duds comb out your fro and slide on down to my pad
The vibe here is very pleasant and i truly request your presence
A problem of great magnitude has arose
And as we speak it grows
Damn, what could it be i thought
A juice i bought and rolled on down to her pad
Seeing bros i know slapping fives i arrived and pressed G-5
And there was nikki
Lookin some kind of sad with tears fallin from her eyes
She sat me down
And dug my frown and began to run it down
"you remember my boyfriend sid that fly kid who i love
Well our love was often a verb and spontaneity has brought a third
But do to our youth an economic state we wish to terminate
About this we don't feel great , but baby that's how it is
But the feds have dissed me
They ignore and dismiss
And the pro-lifers harrass me outside the clinic
And call me a murderer, now that's hate
So needless to say we're in a mental state of debate"
Hey beautiful bird i said digging her somber mood
The fascists are some heavy dudes
They don't really give a damn about life
They just don't want a woman to
Control her body or have the right to choose
But baby that ain't nothin
They just want a male finger on the button
Because if you say war they will send them to die by the score
Aborting mission should be your volition
But if souter and thomas have their way
You'll be standing in line unable to get welfare while they're out
Hunting and fishing
It has always been around it will always have a niche
But they'll make it a privelege not a right
Accessible only to the rich
Pro-lifers should dig themselves
Cause life doesn't stop after birth
And to a child borne to the unprepared
It might even just get worse
Supporters of the h-bomb and fire bombing clinic
What type of shit is that? orwellian in fact
If roe v wade was overturned would not the desire remain intact
Leaving young girls to risk their healths
And doctors to botch and watch as they kill themselves
I don't want to sound macabre
But hey, isn't it my job
To lay it on the masses and get them off their asses
To fight against these fascists
So whatever you decide make that move with pride
Sid will be there (ladybug will be there, doodlebug will be there)
And so will i
An insect til i die
Rhythms and sounds
Spinning around
Confrontations
Across the nation
Your block
My block
Dreadlocks
What a shock
Land of the free - but not
Me