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digable planets - what cool breezes do lyrics

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; b-tter 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 pr-nto and jet, but please…
check out the funk-brown b-ss, 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 b-ss in ya face,
sp-ce is the place
bugs take a stand, godd-mn, 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, j-prim (?) told that the g be gettin’ down)
sh-t, 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 sh-t, honey dip, cool breeze
can you dig it? (i’m with it) (b-tter, 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…

- digable planets lyrics

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