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from Digable Planets - Beyond The Spectrum: The Creamy Spy... (2005)
[Butterfly]
We jettin, we jettin, we jettin uptown We jettin, we jettin, we jettin downtown We jettin, we jettin, we jettin crosstown We jettin, we jettin, we jettin, we jettin We jettin uptown (uptown) We jettin downtown (downtown) We jettin crosstown We jettin all around No wonder, no wonder, 8th wonder, 8th wonder 's Funkay [Ladybug] I live Brooklyn like year 24 for sure Saw C-know in my tennis skirt(?) And the kick hurts so good that I gotta sorta accents for this Now here's a nation for my Nation cuz I place you on the dynomite Right? The creamin' to schemin' to get it Right demeans almighty dolla The green power, let loose for the hour I chose the Black Power, extra fly joint for mocha to yellow paper And you know I don't delay Together with my honey like silk to sew We grow and take you back to like afros And no quittin or gettin jumped by the system Its all day, all play got verbs and such And cuts and crew, no blue eyes To emulate, some straight but yea we straight up Funkay Ease back, the g's back as an o.d. gettin Funkay The sun sets, you vex, we gets, mad Funkay East coast to west we stays fresh Ezay Smoke rise from the borrough where that black cool blow(?) [C-know] The globe spins, jims is drop No fakin, no bakin three bridges fo money makin Crooklyn, the ep swinger's lounge-out spot Roll when I pass lake up drop my saz Grab my mic-ro, you know how we do in the joint Do a borrough check to see exactly who in the joint Hot spots, city streets lot spots and jeeps As a flow-er I'm Nile, rivers of style (fresh kid) Yea, stories complete (fresh kid) Rollin on them New York streets With them no-poor beats at the parliment 7s up C-know steelo no equal, but the sun and thats Funkay Ease back, the g's is back as an o-d gettin Funkay The sun sets, you vex, we gets, mad Funkay East coast to west we stays fresh I say Quicklay Smoke rise from the borrogh where that black cool blow [Butterfly] Its that naykle slick near keep it deep from my heads Let a fed up, appearin in my camulflage My hustler walk's in New York Su fronts say Gucci we make lucci, and never hesitaste the setting Slap hands with my hands from the lands of Crook Bein lovely over jams that's on the flams w/hook Bear muffs, wear cush, its Flatbush Hear the mental's instramental cuz it's ash to dust I like to hit live deep, keep fam tight tight Keep the vocal strictly any joint, it's right Let me fly Ease back, the g's back w/the r Sun is in, the clouds on loud I got raised by the blue street lights of four cities My heros died in prison: George Jackson Action, she's Buttaflyin, I'm cool eyein And I rock snow low unless a scrambler got Me and my honey, we be like Bobby and Erica Me and my monies, we'll hurt you boulevard and..(?) One love, gun love come free the land w/us Pigs they cannot shoot this plush and creamy lavishnuss Before I pop I'd rather die in baggy Guess and Timbs And I put that on the BKLYN and thats Funkay Ease back the g's back as an o.d. gettin Funkay The sun sets, you vex, we gets mad Funkay East coast to west we stays fresh and we do it on the Slicklay Smoke rise from the borrogh where the black cool blow We jettin, we jettin, we jettin uptown... |
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boogie jive and rap is life where i'm from
where i'm from i might play with izzy where i'm from where i'm from it be like run you coat black jupiter keeps the fat beats by the pack where i'm from nappy hair is life we be reading marx where i'm from the kids be rockin clocks where i'm from you turn around your cap you talk over a beat and dig some sounds boomin out a jeep where i'm from cocoons hide the youth swoon units 100 proof you want some beef they will cut you some where i'm form the beats is infinite where i'm from voodoo, ? gangster lean where i'm from i'm interplaetary my insect movements vary it's kinky if it's hair g where i'm from the firehoses blow it's purple wind and snow i do a hit and go it's hip what's hip when hip is just the norm cause planets pledge allegiance to the funk in all it's forms the kinks the dance the prints in all the shirts my grandmother tolld mama that it's africa at work on vibes we free the universal beat you find it at the spot you here the ends of every week we twist exist to spin the maddest hits up here funk is our neighbor so we paid it a visit ? for rock we can't do nothin for this we come equipped off disc off tape rap blastin til from 8 the really truly fat the fly on the flip coco gotta know how planets gotta roll speak the mega cool get funky is our goal it's calm relax we only some new jacks that ask for the funk but don't play the role where you from .... projects tenements pyramids where i'm from we livin off the boom boom crack it's that hiphop rockers jazz where i'm ats peace be the greeting of the insect tribe pestilent forces can't catch the vibe we live to love and we love to rock mics we speak in ghetto tongue cause ghetto's the life food for though so get a buffet plate the lyrics are so fat you might gain weight so just watch me stop alone into the sunset left foot right foot 1-2 mic check brewin funk inside my soul kitchen so pull up a chair here's a bit have a listen ? damn i know you're fluent ye cause doodle ain't havin it and butterfly knew it where you from |
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[Butterfly]
DPS forever hit ya' with the live stuff Suliman the Bronx Ripper on the live puff V Love, that's my money like dominoes Brooklyn do keep it rocking till the sun shows I pop my junk my junk, I pop my junk my junk I pop my junk my junk, Pop my junk my junk I pop my junk my junk, like what you want you want Pop my junk my junk, I pop my junk The noise that we made is blue, in color sound ???? that play my crew couldn't walk the new found I chalk the new sound I bop like Teddy Charles was burning when I excurse on excursions Arriving at the doors of mind shores of seas Burnt you with degrees solarly Plus my leather jacket go acid disappear in the wisp In the mist, with a fist Proletariat, Cad-i-lac steering it Fro soul gold Panther crew grab our poppers Now, I'm making bacon Still saying wa ah salaam ah lakum Fresh joints we make 'em like water Butter rap treasures at my leisure whatever whatever So I gave my mind a pound cause y'all we had it down We symbolize the blessed and represent the rest Grass in my pockets I release my hot rockets K.B. said "What you give 'em?" I was like "Mad rhythm." That's my junk [Ladybug Mecca] Eric ???? always hits me with the live stuff Bahamadia back the sounds with the love love T.J. and Lisa real peoples 89 and still In Fort Green on diamond back is where I'm at Feelin' da funk da funk that's in the trunk the trunk I feel the funk da funk, feelin' the funk da funk I'm feelin' funk da funk I'm in the trunk da trunk Feelin' da funk da funk, I am the funk I raise everyday for the mass Tote my fist right up right against the fascist Descend to my borough digs my diction It's way on time ???? So watch fifth line still shining I'm left this year a ???? player In my vein lives bell hooks Derrick Bell, Reggie Butler See Marvin knew it, and Sly knew it Cube know it and now we do it outta Brooklyn Outta sight brown sandals ???? in M.C.s with angles Commit to street corners where players be jayin I'm saying a Digable swinger Word to mouth brought the clout 'specially in the summer We vanish like vapor Burn paper We deal real-real so chill We linger in the funk [Butterfly] Yes Yes, bus stop what's (Watts) up On the script side Low down the whole mix and flips I 63 Jay be |
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[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... |
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from Digable Planets - Beyond The Spectrum: The Creamy Spy... (2005)
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 |
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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 hiphop'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 ? maybe it's the nicks 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 sugar hill lay around and think ain't nothin to do checkin out some frommes, some satre, camus minguses are hummed, damn ? 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 |
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boogie jive and rap is life where i'm from
where i'm from i might play with izzy where i'm from where i'm from it be like run you coat black jupiter keeps the fat beats by the pack where i'm from nappy hair is life we be reading marx where i'm from the kids be rockin clocks where i'm from you turn around your cap you talk over a beat and dig some sounds boomin out a jeep where i'm from cocoons hide the youth swoon units 100 proof you want some beef they will cut you some where i'm form the beats is infinite where i'm from voodoo, ? gangster lean where i'm from i'm interplaetary my insect movements vary it's kinky if it's hair g where i'm from the firehoses blow it's purple wind and snow i do a hit and go it's hip what's hip when hip is just the norm cause planets pledge allegiance to the funk in all it's forms the kinks the dance the prints in all the shirts my grandmother tolld mama that it's africa at work on vibes we free the universal beat you find it at the spot you here the ends of every week we twist exist to spin the maddest hits up here funk is our neighbor so we paid it a visit ? for rock we can't do nothin for this we come equipped off disc off tape rap blastin til from 8 the really truly fat the fly on the flip coco gotta know how planets gotta roll speak the mega cool get funky is our goal it's calm relax we only some new jacks that ask for the funk but don't play the role where you from .... projects tenements pyramids where i'm from we livin off the boom boom crack it's that hiphop rockers jazz where i'm ats peace be the greeting of the insect tribe pestilent forces can't catch the vibe we live to love and we love to rock mics we speak in ghetto tongue cause ghetto's the life food for though so get a buffet plate the lyrics are so fat you might gain weight so just watch me stop alone into the sunset left foot right foot 1-2 mic check brewin funk inside my soul kitchen so pull up a chair here's a bit have a listen ? damn i know you're fluent ye cause doodle ain't havin it and butterfly knew it where you from |
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from Freedom Writers (프리덤 라이터스) by Mark Isham [ost] (2007)
[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... |
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from Digable Planets - Blowout Comb (1994)
[Doodlebug]
Uh.... Ha.... Uh.... Ha Ha.... [Ladybug] Funky.... [Doodlebug] Uh.... Ha.... Uh.... Ha Ha.... [Doodlebug and Ladybug] One time for your mind Two times for Mumia's saint crew Three times for my Brooklyn dimes Seven times for pleasure.... I don't trip I don't trip[She don't trip] We don't trip [Nah] We don't trip We don't trip Please don't trip We don't trip Pleasure.... [Ladybug] Now, sixteen times for the mind thieves For my thinking intell- And I am Erica Counterfits don't stop the wettest of us We Brooklyn We define the black people equal to who? Yeah What you supply? I know when I know when I drop ??dip?? That was in beetle's but a snake try to spill a score On my pride I'm in my Cammy We bust at COINTELPRO we creamy like Fuck that we Creamy Spies tell you scheme-y lies We let creamy bullets fly Should it reflect the sun We say yes when we think of getting dipped We says guess say yo comrades rest [Doodlebug and Ladybug] Cause we all bounce We all bounce I do bounce [Yes I do bounce] He do bounce [Yes she do bounce] He do bounce Yes we all bounce I all bounce [Come on you know your bounce] [Doodlebug] From back since the crook caught a rep For giving birth to horn loopers I took my first step with campers - born troopers Got caps on both cans for the halls I spray Slap hand swith my mans by the walls we play Now... waist chains and Cammy floors complete sag Live pools, my squad rules From solar to lunar, cheap to death From no boot to puma, sewed up like mesh My cousin's hit the 'pike I read it in the ??went it?? circle C-low Now all the niggaz hating C-know As we move on the D-E-low For our fam in jail No stars just bars No cars unless the BMT own 'em Crook-town bounce streets delph to south ??bar on a?? I drape soul hearts I make soul darts Cover mad areas in my ??crepe soulclarks?? MC's lyin, is dyin rap off But here we all y'all With pleasure.... So it's [Doodlebug and Ladybug] One time for your mind Twice times for Mumia's saint crew Thrice times for the brooklyn dimes Seven times for pleasure I stay on He stay on (She stay on) We stay on We stay on [He stay on] He is on We be on cause We stay on With pleasure... [Butterfly] Here I go, the seven odd Manchu squad Black notes I quote, I dedicate to my young star Via ??selway?? cars I span the metro C-know sold stee-lo Is livin on the D-low The galactic travler eternal explorer Like the invincible master agent - a true warrior Neither here nor there, a master of illusion My son's moon sets, catch reps when we cruisin The New York Boroughs with classic boombasctic Studied all the styles and got nasty at it Like a Thelonius Monk I travel in peace Left on right on black man from the east [All three] We don't quit [x4] [Butterfly] Yeah like for nothin but beats and cheese Subzero degrees can't freeze the cool breeze Ease easay straight Brooklyn doob Hit you off with some pellets did Brooklyn smooth Ahhh! It's that certain style Uh huh I shoot a ??leg ball?? Squeeze off style quarters til herbs get stressed Playing slick games and avoid all rest [Ladybug] I shows, five seconds after that I flows left caught your rebel grows Devils we grow Jonesin on the curb I glow Still posin a B-girl fresh as This leftist gets with MC's one and all of 'em Bust ninety ??bi-evels?? And my whole crew walk with pleasure... |
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(Police)
alright boy (Butterfly) ahh man (Police) give you your rights (Butterfly) here we go again (Police) you have the right to remain silent (Ladybug) hey ish what's goin on? (Butterfly) chill, chill it's cool (Police) give up the right to remail silent anything you say can and will be used against you (Butterfly) whatever man, whatever (Police) do you understand each of these rights i've explained to you (Butterfly) oh like i ever had rights kid (Police) do you wish to give up the right to remain silent? (Butterfly) hell yeah (Ladybug) so now lets let into in my pocket, pummel and i epic black ethic lack, i walk again you were shade grey come display mazes in black fire in the west shit is shakin it's fly i'm in lookies when i pushin vinyl time up the forts, where i'm caught and my thought to shakin up a few loose now i let my cause shoo krs one cause we fade in and out, are you swingin or coming i'm solid on this thought, this ain't livin it's heavy every set back, even when i was a shorty now we cross you and your foe, thrice check me in another place space enjoy nothing you could server could ever ace me boy fat laces i'm out fat and no babies (Man) that's right baby (Whispers) that's right, show you right (x8) (Doodlebug) i got harlem on my mind, darren on my back brooklyn in my blood, and butters on the track i got insect thoughts, catch the cool ways clouds of purple haze keep me in a daze the jazz the jive the poetry the style, the lingo, the bags of equality many different things tryin to get to me but in a world of hard rock, i keep my humility the funkanaut from the kingdom of not with galactic sure shot, they can't won't don't stop flock to the rhythm i bring sing songs call survival on the mingus revival scored the bass hit with my bugged out clique it's doodlebug give me love for a visual script sip the groove juice, it's kinda rough sevens never bluff, i had enough, eleven (Whispers) that's right, show you right (x8) (Butterfly) in the east i rose froze in the pose of a land diseased flows that coolest summer breeze nikki did kevin braids, we got four in the lac as we swoop at warp seven, holler don't crowd cats cause look corpie is the color and butter he do it low all you hear is poppers and rubber i'm sayin oh man we keep it poppin on hot day shit i got the fish eggs droppin any block you dip and i dazzle that mood with the cool out fool easin semi-swerve to the curb like the do i'm fro, blow, got that right groove with soul and i'm still spinnin cross 110 and indicate em somethin else blackest space, deepest sea my shit's on natural high the man can't put no thing on me so dig me when my mind stretch out, it's astro black time reachin end to end, nappy afro blue we sw(...)ing fight in out the corners do my(...)ang like you be with a nigga (Whispers) that's right, show you right |
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from Digable Planets - Blowout Comb (1994)
[Butterfly]
DPS forever hit ya' with the live stuff Suliman the Bronx Ripper on the live puff V Love, that's my money like dominoes Brooklyn do keep it rocking till the sun shows I pop my junk my junk, I pop my junk my junk I pop my junk my junk, Pop my junk my junk I pop my junk my junk, like what you want you want Pop my junk my junk, I pop my junk The noise that we made is blue, in color sound ???? that play my crew couldn't walk the new found I chalk the new sound I bop like Teddy Charles was burning when I excurse on excursions Arriving at the doors of mind shores of seas Burnt you with degrees solarly Plus my leather jacket go acid disappear in the wisp In the mist, with a fist Proletariat, Cad-i-lac steering it Fro soul gold Panther crew grab our poppers Now, I'm making bacon Still saying wa ah salaam ah lakum Fresh joints we make 'em like water Butter rap treasures at my leisure whatever whatever So I gave my mind a pound cause y'all we had it down We symbolize the blessed and represent the rest Grass in my pockets I release my hot rockets K.B. said "What you give 'em?" I was like "Mad rhythm." That's my junk [Ladybug Mecca] Eric ???? always hits me with the live stuff Bahamadia back the sounds with the love love T.J. and Lisa real peoples 89 and still In Fort Green on diamond back is where I'm at Feelin' da funk da funk that's in the trunk the trunk I feel the funk da funk, feelin' the funk da funk I'm feelin' funk da funk I'm in the trunk da trunk Feelin' da funk da funk, I am the funk I raise everyday for the mass Tote my fist right up right against the fascist Descend to my borough digs my diction It's way on time ???? So watch fifth line still shining I'm left this year a ???? player In my vein lives bell hooks Derrick Bell, Reggie Butler See Marvin knew it, and Sly knew it Cube know it and now we do it outta Brooklyn Outta sight brown sandals ???? in M.C.s with angles Commit to street corners where players be jayin I'm saying a Digable swinger Word to mouth brought the clout 'specially in the summer We vanish like vapor Burn paper We deal real-real so chill We linger in the funk [Butterfly] Yes Yes, bus stop what's (Watts) up On the script side Low down the whole mix and flips I 63 Jay be |
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[Butterfly]
We jettin, we jettin, we jettin uptown We jettin, we jettin, we jettin downtown We jettin, we jettin, we jettin crosstown We jettin, we jettin, we jettin, we jettin We jettin uptown (uptown) We jettin downtown (downtown) We jettin crosstown We jettin all around No wonder, no wonder, 8th wonder, 8th wonder 's Funkay [Ladybug] I live Brooklyn like year 24 for sure Saw C-know in my tennis skirt(?) And the kick hurts so good that I gotta sorta accents for this Now here's a nation for my Nation cuz I place you on the dynomite Right? The creamin' to schemin' to get it Right demeans almighty dolla The green power, let loose for the hour I chose the Black Power, extra fly joint for mocha to yellow paper And you know I don't delay Together with my honey like silk to sew We grow and take you back to like afros And no quittin or gettin jumped by the system Its all day, all play got verbs and such And cuts and crew, no blue eyes To emulate, some straight but yea we straight up Funkay Ease back, the g's back as an o.d. gettin Funkay The sun sets, you vex, we gets, mad Funkay East coast to west we stays fresh Ezay Smoke rise from the borrough where that black cool blow(?) [C-know] The globe spins, jims is drop No fakin, no bakin three bridges fo money makin Crooklyn, the ep swinger's lounge-out spot Roll when I pass lake up drop my saz Grab my mic-ro, you know how we do in the joint Do a borrough check to see exactly who in the joint Hot spots, city streets lot spots and jeeps As a flow-er I'm Nile, rivers of style (fresh kid) Yea, stories complete (fresh kid) Rollin on them New York streets With them no-poor beats at the parliment 7s up C-know steelo no equal, but the sun and thats Funkay Ease back, the g's is back as an o-d gettin Funkay The sun sets, you vex, we gets, mad Funkay East coast to west we stays fresh I say Quicklay Smoke rise from the borrogh where that black cool blow [Butterfly] Its that naykle slick near keep it deep from my heads Let a fed up, appearin in my camulflage My hustler walk's in New York Su fronts say Gucci we make lucci, and never hesitaste the setting Slap hands with my hands from the lands of Crook Bein lovely over jams that's on the flams w/hook Bear muffs, wear cush, its Flatbush Hear the mental's instramental cuz it's ash to dust I like to hit live deep, keep fam tight tight Keep the vocal strictly any joint, it's right Let me fly Ease back, the g's back w/the r Sun is in, the clouds on loud I got raised by the blue street lights of four cities My heros died in prison: George Jackson Action, she's Buttaflyin, I'm cool eyein And I rock snow low unless a scrambler got Me and my honey, we be like Bobby and Erica Me and my monies, we'll hurt you boulevard and..(?) One love, gun love come free the land w/us Pigs they cannot shoot this plush and creamy lavishnuss Before I pop I'd rather die in baggy Guess and Timbs And I put that on the BKLYN and thats Funkay Ease back the g's back as an o.d. gettin Funkay The sun sets, you vex, we gets mad Funkay East coast to west we stays fresh and we do it on the Slicklay Smoke rise from the borrogh where the black cool blow We jettin, we jettin, we jettin uptown... |
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from Digable Planets - Blowout Comb (1994)
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 |
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from Digable Planets - Blowout Comb (1994)
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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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[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... |
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[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. |
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from Digable Planets - Reachin (2000)
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 |
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from Digable Planets - Reachin (2000)
[butterfly]
One day..while I was sipping some groove juice I realised..that in the Span of time we're just babies..it's all relative, time is unreal. We're just babies, we're just babies, man [x4] Every man's a planet and the props are there to get it Insects roll together with the spirit in our orbit Life, it comes & goes and you do not punch a clock I don't take shit for granted, I think of scott la rock Also of tyrel and battles at the borders My cousins in the joint and the homeless grippin quarters The forests are all shrinking, this deepens to my thinkin Don't cover up the nappy, be happy witcha kinkin! Dwellin, yes, you're dwellin as the norm is itty-bitty Figure eighty-fitty for a smidgen of the city In the serengetti, be ready for a box But beware of the shanks and the pistols and the glocks If your peoples don't getcha, you still ain't off clean The politicians' mask is worse than Hallowe'en I write the funky scripts so you know I got to kick 'em Now tell me who's the vics and tell me who's the victim [chorus: butterfly] What is really what is really what is really what: - if the funk don't move your butt - and if the box don't make you hot - and if the cats don't dig the raps - if your life ain't got no spice - or if the guns just wreck your fun - or if some shouts ain't in the house - or if your crew ain't down with you [ladybug] Peace, this is mecca the ladybug and I'm sayin though! what is really What if I can't even get comfortable because the supreme court is, Like, all in my uterus?! [doodlebug] Peace, this is cee-know the doodlebug and I wanna say, what is what if You can't walk through your hood with bert, ernie and sesame street Mossie trying to give the snuffleupagus. [butterfly] My father taught me jazz, all the peoples and the anthems Ate peanuts with the dizz and vibed with lionel hampton Now I'm swimming deep in the hip-hop with eclectics Now do we gots the power or is it getting hectic? Scribble swings the paddle at the mantel where I placed it Hip-hop grew from roots but some emcees never traced it The oldjacks buckwild and some babies bore their fists But the crew from outer space is here.....SHIT We grew up digging styles of the fabulous fifth freddy And scoping out for days crazy legs and rocksteady Now bleach is in the laundry, same old beats is handy The label may okay it but radio won't play it The censors are about so watch your mouth close your drapes The legs that's in the boots is on the corner, watch your tape Making papes off the crust, for money and for lust You're playing out the planets get slammed, trust! You think it, see it, run it and slam it They peep it, hear it, lynch it and ban it It just ain't the haps if they know they can't control it Your grass be in the joint but they licked it and rolled it So what? I'm sayin, what?! [chorus: butterfly] What is really what is really what is really what: - if the funk don't rule your cut? - or if the streets don't dig your beats - or if my man ain't fifty grand? - or if the hoods don't think you're good? - or if your church don't really work - or if the pigs wanna knock your wigs - or if the jeeps don't roll with beats [butterfly] Cause butterfly is..baby, I'm just a baby, man I'm a baby, I'm just a baby, man And mister doodle? (I'm just a baby too) And miss mecca (I'm just a baby, man) And mister silk, he's just a baby, too And 801s, they just babies, man And miss venus, she's just a baby, man The ac-facts, they just a babies, man And dps, they just a babies, too Oh and, dash, she's just a baby, man Danny and dani, they are my babies, man Oh and liz, she's just a baby, man Oh and stella, she's just a baby, man Doc shane, he's just a baby, man Mike mann, he's just my main man And doctor timba, he's just a baby, man And nappy jackie, she's just a baby, too Benefi-cent, he's just a baby, man Oh, and you? you're just a baby, man |
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