Digable Planets - Reachin (2000) by Digable Planets (보컬) on maniadb.com

[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

[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