The Planets Ringtones

It's time to tour the planets that make up our solar system C'mon! The closest to the Sun Is the planet Mercury Next, the shrouded planet Venus Is as cloudy as can be The Earth is next—we call it home Let's hope it stays that way! And then there's Mars, it's really red What more can I say? The gassy planet Jupiter's As big as planets come Then there's Saturn with its mighty rings Made up of tiny crumbs We travel on to Neptune That's a gassy, freezing ball And cold and tiny Pluto It's the furthest one of all Well, there you go! That's our solar system (You forgot Uranus) Goodnight, everybody!

We live in a solar system In the centre is the Sun All the planets move around it We've seen every single one Orbiting the big, bright sun Orbiting the big, bright sun Planets in our solar system 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 Telescopes, they help us see them We've seen every single one Orbiting the big, bright sun Orbiting the big, bright sun Mercury, Venus and Earth and Mars And Jupiter and Saturn. Uranus too, and don't forget that pretty blue Neptune. We live in a solar system In the centre is the Sun All the planets move around it We've seen every single one Orbiting the big, bright sun Orbiting the big, bright sun

Hmm... (Look to the stars) Ooh... ooh... If you're walkin' down a road and see a falling star (Keep on walking) do you make a wish (keep on walking, keep on walking) Ooh, just remember luck is no such thing One man succeeds while another man fails Why is it then you ask the stars up above The planets of life who controls your very soul From the beginning of birth And throughout eternity As does the stars up above (Just ask them) ooh, the planets of life (just ask them) Who controls your very soul Ask them why leo is so sound and practical And gemini so inconsistent Ooh, let me tell you a secret i know Known the world over Your life is controlled by the stars (Just ask them) ooh, the planets of life (just ask them) (Virgo) virgo is known for versatility (Taurus) while taurus, oh, persistency (Aries) yet aries to be very, very ambitious (Libra) libra, they? re cheerful and merry, whoa Pisces, the fish, you are romanticist Constantly trying to escape from reality Into the bliss land of atlantis Mmm... whatever your sign may be Look to the stars of happiness and love Aquarius (aquarius) you try to refuse the people Will always let the sun shine in Oh, but cancer, i know you are patient and understanding Why is it that scorpio can be lead astray Ow, sagittarius, keep on being independent Uh-huh, capricorn keeps the faith, baby Mmm, your stable personality Why is it then you ask the stars up above The planets of life, yeah, yeah

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, watching the planets Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, watching the planets align Oh, oh, oh, what is the reason Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, I got no reason to lie Yes, yes, yes, killing the ego Yes, yes, yes, alright Yes, yes, yes, killing the ego tonight No, no, no, I got no secrets No, no, no, no, no No, no, no, I got no secrets to hide Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh See, the sun's gonna rise See, the sun's gonna rise And take your fears away Like the soft tit of the motherbrain Oh, oh, oh, finding the answer Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Finding that there ain't no answer to find Oh, oh, oh, watching the planets Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, watching the planets align Oh, oh, oh, building a fire Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, burning the Bible tonight Oh, oh, oh, watching the eagle Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, watching the eagle fly Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh The sun's gonna rise

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

I'm blue mood y? all, I slive with jiva y? all I'm actually deep y? all, invented time y? all In ten fourths y? all, I pay your cap y? all I player late y? all and draw down to I bust raps y? all, in love with naps y? all The sweet beats kid, I speak my thoughts y? all I wreck the break y? all, don? t trust the flag y? all I dig the birds y? all, I'm layin' out now, yeah The season? s been good like a sweet I hang out with a gang out flat bush with cool beats I found the reverberated shout was goddamn And questions 'bout the methods how the Planets made jam Wallowed through a gang a murk in the interim I couple time we got jerked but still invented them Wicked little kinky joints that got us ghetto weight And also kept the jazz alive by pullin' off the plates Maybe only we was hip to stretchin' out the brain I felt Bird Parker when I shot it in my vein I toss these major losses on the Mingus jazzy strum Flip off into a nod and dig myself a dyin' young It? s like cool was the bop and the flair I kicks to my pools by the nap of their hair I'm pinnin' Uncle Sam for the death of swingin' quotes For losin' Bud Powell slidin' over Dizzy's notes Was it that the rebirth was the birth for new shit, of cool shit The jazz power showers from the crew was sure legit But hey, present since gone Hank Mo's gone They kill the coolest breeze in this land of the free And it been like that since they lied about they flag Like all my main mans gave they beats up for skags So I pops it at your crew like Bu I did a lid But I used Lee's Cooker got my buzz around midnight I'm so shy y? all, I'm hip to badge y? all From sector six, yeah and now and then too I slows the trims y? all and fades a fake now I know the nat y? all I'm layin' out y? all, yeah The season? s been smooth like the suede Pumas that butter got when butter got paid Or better yet Dolphy's archetypes for cool dudes Or better still Trane usin' space in afro blue It? s simple, swing be the freakin' of the time The spinnin' by the kings good for speakin' of the mind The forty seven sessions gave the buzzes that I caught They asked was it cool blues knowledge (What you thought?) I told 'em it was solid, dig, the licks was way out My baby loves to kiss when Ornette just lays out So the quotes be as such bout the kits, uh You down with Digable Planets yous a hipster, shit I lay it on the cats about monk The logical extensions comin' boomin' out that trunk Assumin' that the room in which you zooms designed by your mind Not the stars and stripes but red Cali? booms And the rat-a-tat-tat by Max or Philly Joe on we go The fly shit y? all, we don? t quit y? all It? s slick beats here and it? s out there A smooth groove kid, the jive is high y? all We ain? t marks y? all okay pow me up Uh, the seasons been fat like some boom Doodlebug? s math jazz fillin' up the room When Booker jam with Eric at the funky five spot Jimmy Cob's job was layin' crashes on the top Butter cop his lid at this little Harlem jam The tenor bop the middle and his shades and his tam I'm diggin' how these dudes made my buzz a little hipper And angles on the moves really couldn? t get no blacker I'm sinkin' deep to the sleekness of the horn I'm thinkin' take the hipness and just lay it in my form So when the hoodlums flood waitin' for another anthem I say it? s in the blood cause it notin' but rhythm And rhythm goes on and on to the break of moon, baby The dads is gone but they used to come lovely The sickness towards the world? s cause Sam caused the blues But hipness takes a swirl and jams by my crew Infect space y? all, we swing time y? all It? s like milk yeah, it? s like be bop The new scat slips, oh shit, we got fly kicks It? s like jazz, uh, it? s like us now

[Butterfly] Smooth to the ooze came Butter Try to gank my style and I'll hip you to the heater At the speed of bop grew the hard rock You can ask my dads Chairman Mao comrades Squattin' at they pads Diggin' on the jazz that's the half of it Uncle Sam showed us all his space we refuted it Told him that ghetto is the aim, let go of my brain Then we changed your boogie cause your boogie had to change [Ladybug] Caught a fat chat with a cat where I'm from Flipping mad tracks on a love child Nickel Bag Ah Mecca much jive and a jazz touch With a straight no chase, a Dig Plan erase Snatch an acid insect changed her dialect {Kept it} Mr. Doodlebug come tight with a ticket Said we couldn't drip it Came in and we kicked it with a glass of water on the rocks Nip it [Doodlebug] Jazz, in the last 5 years has progressed in its fits And starts of sudden discoveries and Startled reactions. New principles, new sounds, New rhythms and harmonies have been advanced with unusual frequency. Not surprisingly, many of the younger musicians have been quietly digesting This information almost as quiuckly as it has appeared. As a result, they've acquired a degree of Musical sophistication which supersedes many of the previous standards of excellence. So it's no longer especially relevant to ask the young saxophone player, For example, to demonstrate his ability by running through all the Charlie Parker licks. [Ladybug] Come little hoods peep out the eyelids Stash a fat gat cause the loops let you dig With a Bloom Swoon and a Full Moon Mecca Bug no fake takes we let alone baits Pitchin' up your cakes might cause a horn rush but then a bass flush Meta more emphasis as I trip this Butter bug pour it out the mouth [Butterfly] O.K. floater to the order don't we wreck before we split From the chaos came the fattest little shit By the soak of it at the point of hammer click You could either read a little Marx or hang with Spiddyocks When the bass faces fix the deepest cuts they're the sickest Then we just make you think you boomed with a quickness This is what's the haps when I go to do my smack Cause the word got around about three cool cats

Well well, Here we are again The truth is not so deep Grey and red All up in your head The truth is not so deep Angel and a demon Rolled into one Expectations You treat me like an animal I treat you like a harlequin Theres no respect It's not a match Theres no time to work things out Fork in the path I go my own way But you forgot that line Follow your heart That path might lead you astray Expectations If it aint today What will it be tomorrow Are you the one? It's not a match Theres no time to work things out Fork in the path I go my own way Infatuated lifted the terms Well we did it We made something Out of nothing We made something It was everything Fork in the path

Godless, meteoric war Anger, our existence nevermore You awoke the giants who were dormant in the sky Comets reigning death from a fiery eye Mother of all Your time is coming One with eternity Planets collide Planets collide Damage, galaxy destruct Endless, celestial orbit corrupt You will be forgotten like the others lost in time Dead civilization left behind Mother of all Your time is coming One with eternity Planets collide Planets collide Take heed, the violent march is closing in You can't defeat them on your own Weapons are loaded for the final stand And they're all aimed at you from heaven Planets collide Planets collide Planets collide Planets collide You will be forgotten like the others lost in time Dead civilization left behind Mother of all Your time is coming One with eternity Planets collide Planets collide

Find me up Find me down All around By sound Cause what goes up Must come down I should be found By now Don't try to defend How you keep me in suspense I'll try my best But all my friends they don't forget I just don't know how To sing to your planets When oxygen buries my veins Find me up Find me down All around By sound Cause what goes up Must come down I should be found By now

I am a planet turning 'round the sun With a billion blaze and glory It heeds everyone I am a comet flying through the stars With a trail, a tail of mystery I travel very far Ah... Stars are 'a blinking oh wrap around these shoulders Arms spread out wide Turn falling into fly...

Ah yea Whole world MCs Whose slick? We lounge stay phat notice our G limp A natural flair with our fresh ass hair Style baggy out clouts slick Creamy and fresh east coast to west Brooklyn Uptown To the universal fair Old school MCs I'm slicker this year, I'm slicker this year Myrtle Ave A train got the pic in my hair And what 16 joints later still lounge Fresh, from flatbush in my baggy booster gets Style is tight ees bust the cami' fatigues 50, 000 leagues of black, so what's up Can we avenue slide player style ghetto walk To the east and wild Crooklyn, New york Creamy kid yo Smith and Wesson win a blessing The angular slang blow spots, bang, 11 Hangin' like bats,'cause the 12 inch wax Say scorpio and my hair say 'fro And my blood say bro, my clics say, "Eh, yo!" Make sparks from the barrel me tal pistol To the depths I dive seems lunar like aqua The cool blast mega we black we wild flowers Scott La Rock had emm all, I gots the ball And roll a little panthers through these project halls The 3 color flag can't hold my baggys sag 7 1 8 to omega Black motion is ocean style Slick in my ways since days of the classic Now glamour boys want to be triple phatted But I'm slicker this year, I'm slicker this year, yea East born Beast candles on Lovely all over the city And your tape deck blasting 7 hours and the phat fly sneakers and the camouflage To the hip hop nation To the mixtape crew To the west coast To the boogie down Bronx I was raised in the ways of the Manchu Clan And 5 elements posture take a B boy stance With the gold front shinin', the baggy pants saggin' This Brooklyn stylin' got the fly girls smilin' But I'm climbin', findin' new ways of rhymin' Not livin' like a star is strickly about survivin' Divin', deep into the groove of the ghetto This downtown flavor shines from many angles Yes, the notorious, with rhymes so glorious The Manchu Monkey over flunkies is victorious Rappers be boring us with rhymes of conventional Dazed and amazed when they hear the three dimensional Lyrical skills of the insect emotion Coasting down Fulton with a bag of magic potion Now I'm rolling with the 7 and the crescent Puffin' some expression, manifestin' today's lesson Stressin the fact that I'm solar guarenteed to go far 'Cause the mind is inter stellar Still pieced like that so have no fear But I'm slicker this year, I'm slicker this year To the queens everywhere To the whole S I To the lumpen mass Don't forget about your peeps when ya Now you see that I am 68 inches above sea level 93 million miles above these devils Play me in the winter, play me in the summer Play me in the autumn, any order You want 'em I got 'em drippin' like water Catch me at a hot spot with the dusk daughters We bouncing, moving within the truth circles We played you made you change, strictly ought to We stratify our wealth from my looty in the bank There's love amongst the ranks Now I'm a 'bout to meet my homegirl 'cause we be alike A alike, C alike, let's G alike Jazzy Joyce (On the wheels) Jazzy Joyce (No one's smoother) Jazzy Joyce (Phatter than a '94 land cruiser) Where you from? (The Bronx representin' like whatever, fly) Cool are you slicker this year? (Yea, watch) Hit it Hit it Hit it

If I Found You Out Of Time Would Our Loving Feel This Right If I Try To Break It Down I Dunno If We'd Be Lost Or Found If We Never Kissed Would We Have Stayed In Touch If I Told You Then Would It Have Been Too Much For You Who Knows Why We Connected When We Did Thinking Bout What Could Be, Everything Besides This Moment We Got A Lotta Love To Be Grateful For We Got A Lotta Love We Got A Lotta Love To Be Grateful For We Got A Lotta Love If I Found You At The Lake Would You Have Told Me To Stay If I Made That Left Turn Would It Save Us From The Pain Who Knows Why We Connected When We Did Thinking Bout What Could Be, Everything Besides This Moment We Got A Lotta Love To Be Grateful For We Got A Lotta Love We Got A Lotta Love To Be Grateful For We Got A Lotta Love We Gettin' All In Our Heads We Goin' Mad We Forget The Past We Had How Lucky We Were To Meet This Thing Is A Miracle But We Got Comfortable And Fell Asleep So Many Pieces To Make This Complete Made It This Far Lets See If We Can Keep It We Got A Lotta Love To Be Grateful For We Got A Lotta Love We Got A Lotta Love To Be Grateful For: We Got A Lotta Love

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 New York, I'm chillin' in New York The hoods is on my block and the brothers at the court The baseball hats is on and the projects is calm Dream time'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 is incagin' 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, just chill New York is red hot, New York is red hot New York is red hot, New York is red hot 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 sin apple 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' So chill New York is red hot, New York is red hot New York is red hot, New York is red hot New York is red hot, New York is red hot (One, two) New York is red hot, New York is red hot (Three, Four) 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, Sunday's to relax Some Sunday mornin' drama is callin' up my mama The hot line is in, I guess The Silvers 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 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 Checkin' 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 New York is red hot, New York is red hot New York is red hot, New York is red hot New York is red hot, New York is red hot New York is red hot, New York is red hot New York is red hot, New York is red hot New York is red hot, is red hot New York is red hot, New York is red hot New York is red hot, is red hot

[Ladybug] The Bloom, the Swoon, the Sugars on your block The Planets land in flesh in the corners of New York The ghetto, the meadow, the Mr. Butter flew The Honeybugs dug and licked the honey dew The sun, the kiss, the funk for a bliss The lips with the soul and some jazz for ya hips The puff, the buzz, the lids be heavy slick The Mecca get a rush when the beats be very thick The hands, the feet, the brown baby treat The femmes fumble loose and drink the doodlejuice The steps, the flams, the Planets goddamn The peoples get a grip with a tape from a jam {All together} A nickel bag of funk (x8) [Butterfly] The big, the fat, the cool cool cats The psychedelic soul puts the Planets on the map The chic, the love, the far out name The lack of the funk's the main why we came The boogie gets done, the colors won't run The funk hits the square, the kids gotta come The pizza with the pop, the west 4th stop The crew after crew that do the grasshop The true cool is black, the new school is fat The beats by the ounce, the funk by the pack The hanging off the butts with the fat sole kicks {All together} A nickel bag of funk (x8) [Doodlebug] The wide, the hip, dig it it's the trip The loops, the scene and the funkifying it The sounds, the pounds, the stacks, the flair The baggy baggy jeans, the notty notty hair The twinkle in the eye, the kids that livin' fly The crew from the sky, the stuff that gets you high The action, the work from the rhyme We goes the whole nine The papers won't rot, the vapors get got The streets give the buzz the funk up your block The opium groove, the smacked out soul The kickin' it live the fat gotta roll {All together} A nickel bag of funk (x8) A nickel bag, a nickel bag Ladybug'll hit ya with a nickel bag A nickel bag, a nickel bag Butterfly'll hit ya with a nickel bag A nickel bag, a nickel bag Doodlebug'll hit ya with his nickel bag A nickel bag, a nickel bag DPs always hit you with they nickel bag

[Swoon Unit] What's happenin' Butterfly, what's happenin'? What's happenin' Butterfly, what's happenin'? What's happenin' Butterfly, yeah what's happenin'? What's up Butterfly, what's happenin'? [Butterfly] If it's swoon I can dig I peep out the flowers when they bloom if you dig Sisters do their dips to our blooms 'cause they dig Muslims add perfumes and the zoom be a dig I scoped out as a sprout then Mamma said to dig The mind then the butt 'cause the drama ain't to dig Lovely little honeys in their crews is what I dig If they fake the fig it's the Blues Child dig {Want some of my soda?} Fine they be mega, sexy they be ultra But don't enroll in pageants to get judged by the chauva's Crazy fly whips, baggy jeans and sneakers Silver hoops and Jeeps, hip-hop in the speakers The gag rule is bunk, it's like chains on the rump We help to liberate through this butt-shaking funk Nikki Giovanni and Maya Flamm With peoms so I tried for the units cause damn {All together} Swoon units {What?} Swoon units {What?} The units I know are the swoonest {The what?} Swoon units {What?} Swoon units {What?} Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? Swoon units {What?} Swoon units {What?} I love it when I speak it so boomin' {Yeah!} Swoon units {What?} Swoon units {What?} Getcha getcha ya ya mamma [Butterfly] To the gals I am hip The funky naturals is the ones, are you hip? If you dis a sis' then you ain't actin' hip Check Doodle, Silk and Butter 'cause we be black and hip Silky like jazz silky beats to move the hip The chocolate and the braids and the eyes be so hip That insects for the units gettin' live gettin' hip {I think you need a quota!} The gardens known as cities sprout ferns and tulips A sexy "hi" followed by requests to do it When funky duds is drapin' off the curves of a vixen And fig leaf sugars start to sprout elix 'em And roll with the lines, damn they be fine Ask T from the deep, we heard it through the vine I keep cans of bait for the fishes in aquariums Boosting me with verve like marine boys aquagum {All together} Swoon units {What?} Swoon units {What?} The units I know are the swoonest {The what?} Swoon units {What?} Swoon units {What?} I love 'em so I speak it so boomin' {Yeah!} Swoon units {What?} Swoon units {What?} Run and tell your mom about this [Doodlebug] The original swarm whether cold whether warm I, the Doodlebug Knowledge every form It's a beautiful day by the park take a seat As bosoms float by keepin' Doodlebug in heat Chocolate treats, silky bronze skin Butter sees what I see and gives me a grin All is good in the land of the honey-dip lovelies Don't wanna be 'em just to see 'em Ow! [Swoon unit] Oh that's what's happenin' y'all Yeah that's what's happenin' Oh I see what's happenin' now, yeah I see what's happenin' now Butterfly, yeah...

Your stare makes me freeze but I can't stay still Those eyes keep me up longer than any other pill And I know, being together We feel like forever But now, more than ever I feel everything (feeling everything) You make me feel so crazy, I've never felt so sane Beaten up by love but the feelings still remain You should know, if you want it, it's yours So come and get it Right now, more than ever I feel everything (feeling everything) All I got (I'm yours) I'll give it to you (be mine) You're in my brain (I'm yours) And my heart too (be mine) Because I am yours If you want me too Tell me you want me too 'Cos I'll give it all to you I'm scared that I'm falling Come catch me, I'm falling My heart is calling Can't stop me roaring, I'm soaring, I'm sky I'm scared that I'm falling I'm blind and I'm falling My love is calling You can't stop me roaring, I'm soaring Come jump with me and fly Never thought I'd fall like this I've jumped right into this eternal bliss And I know being together we feel like forever And now, more than ever I feel everything (feeling everything) All I got (I'm yours) I'll give it to you (be mine) You're in my brain (I'm yours) And my heart too (be mine) Because I am yours If you want me too Tell me you want me too 'Cos I'll give it all to you I'm scared that I'm falling (Feeling everything)

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 the light blue-suede Pumas What by the cut we push it off the corner How was the buzz entire hip-hop era? Was fresh in fact since they started sayin' outie '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' junky rhythms right down ya block We be to rap what key be to lock But I'm cool like dat, I'm cool like dat I'm cool like dat, Im' cool like dat I'm cool like dat, I'm cool like dat I'm cool like dat, I'm cool We be the chocolates taps on my raps She 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 a bump verse Us, we be freakin 'til dawn blinks an eye He gives the strangest smile so I say hi (wassup) Who understood, yeah, understood the plans? Him heard a beat and put it to his hands What I just flip let borders get loose How to consume or they'll be just like juice If it's the shit we'll lift it off the plastic The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic Pimp playin' shock, it don't matter, I'm fatter Ax Butta how I zone (man Cleopatra Jones) And I'm chill like dat, I'm chill like dat I'm chill like dat, I'm chill like dat I'm chill like dat, I'm chill like dat I'm chill like dat, I'm chill Blink, blink, blink, blink, blink, blink, blink Think, think, think, think, think, think, think We get ya free 'cause the clips be fat boss Them, they're the jams and commence to goin off She sweats the 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, that's 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 you, come and stack some roles You used to find a bug in a box with fade Now he boogies up your stage, plaits twist or braids And I'm peace like dat, I'm peace like dat I'm peace like dat, I'm peace like dat I'm peace like dat, I'm peace like dat I'm peace like dat, I'm peace (check it out, man) And I groove like dat, I'm smooth like dat I jive like dat, I roll like dat Yeah, I'm thick like dat, I stack like dat I'm down like dat, I'm black like dat Well yo, I funk like dat, I'm fat like dat I'm in like dat 'cause I swing like dat We jazz like dat, we freak like dat We zoom like dat We out

One day while I was sipping some groove juice I realized 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 We're just babies, we're just babies, man We're just babies, we're just babies, man We're just babies, we're just babies, man (check out, check out) 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 and 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 the battles at the borders My cousins in the joint and the homeless gripping quarters The forests are all shrinking, this deepens to my thinking Don't cover up the nappy, be happy whatcha kinking Dwelling, yes, you're dwelling as the norm is itty-bitty Figure eighty-fitty for a smidgen of the city In the Serengeti, get 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 Halloween 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 So 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 Peace, this is Mecca the Ladybug and I'm saying though What is really what if I can't even get comfortable Because the Supreme Court is like, all in my uterus Peace, this is Cee-Know the Doodlebug and I wanna say What is what if you can't walk through your hood Without Bert, Ernie and Sesame Street mosse Trying to give the Snuffleupagus 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 old-jacks 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, the 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, with 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 saying 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 'Cause Butterfly is a baby, I'm just a baby, man I'm just a baby, I'm just a baby, man I'm just a baby, I'm just a baby, man And Mr. 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 too 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 Ladybug here y'all with Silver Tongue Nice cold drums With eyes, open wide And open pride, which lies inside The Digable Planets' eyes Peace, this is Cee-Know, the notorious Doodlebug Giving universal salutations to my peoples Dwelling in the seventh dimension Brother Butter Uh, um, it was real fun Sector six, here I come Chilling out, pops and Dani, I'm out, later

The ticky ticky buzz the sun winks the sky I fumble through my fuzz and buzz Mr. I Tell him scoop the beats in the flying saucer kit Meet me at the port with the nickel bags and shit Tell my pops I'm out earthbound with the crew He said butterfly may the boogie be with you Left my moms a note with these quotes on a trunk It says I split to earth to resurrect the funk A dozen snapple pops and a little box of beats Travellin' through space with the funky funky beats Stopped at Pluto to cop some petrol Met some klingons and got our things on Cruisin' warp 6 with Mr. Wiggles in the mix Hendrix passin' peas star child get the fix The saucer shook the Heavens with the blooms and the blams Because when we hit New York, Shazam We droppin' like a comet and this Vulcan tried to Spock it These Martians tried to do it, but knew they couldn't cop it The others from our brother planet lands in the flesh From up in sector 6 yes y'all And it's good to be here when we landed up on lex Stirrin' up the ground with the sound of doug e fresh And the hard rockin' kids that did it for the black With the Pumas on their feet and the Barmas on their back We learned and we earned it so you know you got to hand it We planned it when we left how to freak it and to slam it Add a ladybug transformation is complete For the metamorphosis from the box to the jeep And it's good to be here gettin' fly with the raps We love it where we from but we kick it where we at Bumpkin' out with somethin' that pops and transcends DPs baby it's slim but not thin In amongst the pebbles we rocks on your blocks Soakin' in the ghetto for kids that have not Slappin' on some skin when we slam check the cheers So we greet their virgin ears with a kiss It's so good to be here We jazz up the streets to prove we have beats Fat jazz fat style and the sound so sweet And there ain't no doubt that you got to check Doodle, silk, butter, mec It's so good to be here yeah baby that's the style The jazz can fill a club or papers by the pile Just ask toy soldier, toy soldier could of told you At the boomin' funk hut it was the Afro with the butt So to the flam lovers that crowd in dark spots So see 'em kick the lingo and grip that little crotch Now we have arrived with crazy boogie sounds Get yourself a mate today's to boogie down This is all we know we feel it when we slams You could hear the love, it comes out in our jams The hip hop diggin' cats just deliverin' the words From the ghetto-dwellin' youth to the bourgies in the burbs And it's good to be here It's so good to be here It's so good to be here Yeah it's so good to be here It's so good to be here It's so good to be here It's so good to be here Yeah it's good

Planets be the champ of amplified sound Swimmin' in this art born up the boogie down The Rubin Rod Squad flew angles toward the point Could a wierdo group of bugs slam a gang of funky joints The provin's in the movin' of the baggy clothes At the dimly lit clubs where flock the milk duds Hip hop enzymes with pride kicks inside Dig the threads the nappy heads Bobbin' over beats that sleeps with ghetto slang No sirens just felts and wax from ghetto brains The cosmic child's hit with dance and beats and kits Like the uhh uhh and shit The ancestors grin cause rap is gettin' fat To some of them it's grim cause it's youth be havin' gats So save all the cares, let down your nappy hairs 'Cause the beats is givin' life like air The flyest fly bids is swellin' the inside The locest loc kids left they Glocks in the ride Hoodlums in the house gettin' they flams on 'Cause even peace got some clout when the funky jams on Get free, get free y'all Get free, get free y'all Get free, get free y'all Get free, get free y'all Funk is you, funk is me, funk is us, funk is free Funk is you, funk is me, funk is us, funk is free Funk is you, funk is me, funk is us, funk is free Funk is you, funk is me, funk is us, funk is free Insects at the joint no flam just kickin' it Wiggle with the fruits over by the liquids The slick kids is down, the flyers passed around We try to dig the group or recognize the loop The strobe light is out in the crowd, dig my speakin' Who you see freakin' is the native cause your seekin' I came in the door, I said it before Jams make me kite, if they slam then it's life remember this Yo, silkworm's chillin' Butterfly's chillin' A crew of Ladybugs We giggle with the thugs The world is in here 'cause expressions under hair I love my peers You for a black jam makes you for a black man A kid I didn't know slapped his fingers in my hand A wisdom caught my eye damn a jams fly Honeys with some cuties someone havin' hootie Get free, get free y'all Get free, get free y'all Get free, get free y'all Get free, get free y'all Funk is you, funk is me, funk is us, funk is free Funk is you, funk is me, funk is us, funk is free Funk is you, funk is me, funk is us, funk is free Funk is you, funk is me, funk is us, funk is free I think every mom and dad should say to their kids K-k-kids be free Be whoever you are and do whatever you wanna do Get free, get free y'all Get free, get free y'all Get free, get free y'all Get free, get free y'all Funk is you, funk is me, funk is us, funk is free Funk is you, funk is me, funk is us, funk is free Funk is you, funk is me, funk is us, funk is free Funk is you, funk is me, funk is us, funk is free Funk is you, funk is me, funk is us, funk is free Funk is you, funk is me, funk is us, funk is free Funk is you, funk is me, funk is us, funk is free Funk is you, funk is me, funk is us, funk is free Funk is you, funk is me, funk is us, funk is free Funk is you, funk is me, funk is us, funk is free Funk is you, funk is me, funk is us, funk is free Funk

You gotta do what ya feel Exit planet Venus for a Brooklyn stroll Jazzy fly, nappy things, plaits, and a roll (?) Leaves fumble fallin' down; wind blowin' 'round Dig the layer change, the funkifying sound Mecca, the Ladybug, changin' like seasons Moves I be seein', changes life's reasons On to express the ways that I profess the Swoon unit glow, as I go; Butter flow I take a chance, go against the norm But they used to make advance to my lady form Ok, shall I smack a ghetto punk with the line? (but, Mecca) Ok, slap a meadow (?) punk with a fine I flip this only to the ones who lack respect The rest, just get your ticket pronto and jet, but please... Check out the funk-brown bass, my man This be the medium used by Dig Plans Hit the cosmics like a funkonaut Leave the ladybugs with forget-Funk-nots (?) Black sunflowers, blue be your tulip (?) The sound from the gates, it'll zoom up your room Bugs block spots where Hip Hop be your norm If the Pri is the Kid, the floor's gettin' stormed With the bass in ya face, Space is the place Bugs take a stand, goddamn, it's a jam C-note be no uncivilized just Poppin' out the jive in the jazz-causin' rush Can you dig it? My mellow, it's that cool cat sound (Doodlebug, Japrim (?) told that the G be gettin' down) Shit, it's mandatory, so you gots to demand it And if they cannot handle, take a ticket from the Planets and... Man, I ooze that, in the mad degrees With my crew and shit, honey dip, cool breeze Can you dig it? (I'm with it) (Butter, now you know) I know the wig gets the grade out (?) It's fat or else we'd be out Copped the rap bats from these cats out on Bleeker Rejuvenate the plates for my people and they speakers Nietzsche, Rap, make Anita crutch (?) Planets wouldn't allow themselves to grow like such Expressions, sightings, scripting, taught Finest status quo (?) is being an artist in New York Tongues be often fought, clothes be often caught If they call it phat, we just ignore it, like it's pork Planets got them thoughts bloomin' flowers in the dense They said that Rap was Venus (?), so we snuck and hopped the fence Landed in a meadow, glimpsed and saw a shadow Of brothers with guitars, common sense and puffy afros Lucks was getting brazed (?), Paps (?) was getting blazed Feds was crackin' domes But these cats, they wasn't phased In tights grips, yet, their lips was talkin' fun Rhythms and the struggle kinda funneled into one True funk cannot disguise, because the streets have eyes Who's gonna revive the (?) vibe Did it like a Dig Planet, goddammit To get a good kick it, so get a good ticket and...