Digable Planets

[butterfly]
one day..while I was sipping some groove juice I realised..that in the
span of time were just babies..its all relative, time is unreal.
were just babies, were just babies, man [x4]
every mans 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 dont 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
dont cover up the nappy, be happy witcha kinkin!
dwellin, yes, youre 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 dont getcha, you still aint 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 whos the vics and tell me whos the victim
[chorus: butterfly]
what is really what is really what is really what:
- if the funk dont move your butt
- and if the box dont make you hot
- and if the cats dont dig the raps
- if your life aint got no spice
- or if the guns just wreck your fun
- or if some shouts aint in the house
- or if your crew aint down with you
[ladybug]
peace, this is mecca the ladybug and Im sayin though! what is really
what if I cant 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 cant 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 Im 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 wont play it
the censors are about so watch your mouth close your drapes
the legs thats in the boots is on the corner, watch your tape
making papes off the crust, for money and for lust
youre 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 aint the haps if they know they cant control it
your grass be in the joint but they licked it and rolled it
so what? Im sayin, what?!
[chorus: butterfly]
what is really what is really what is really what:
- if the funk dont rule your cut?
- or if the streets dont dig your beats
- or if my man aint fifty grand?
- or if the hoods dont think youre good?
- or if your church dont really work
- or if the pigs wanna knock your wigs
- or if the jeeps dont roll with beats
[butterfly]
cause butterfly is..baby, Im just a baby, man
Im a baby, Im just a baby, man
and mister doodle? (Im just a baby too)
and miss mecca (Im just a baby, man)
and mister silk, hes just a baby, too
and 801s, they just babies, man
and miss venus, shes just a baby, man
the ac-facts, they just a babies, man
and dps, they just a babies, too
oh and, dash, shes just a baby, man
danny and dani, they are my babies, man
oh and liz, shes just a baby, man
oh and stella, shes just a baby, man
doc shane, hes just a baby, man
mike mann, hes just my main man
and doctor timba, hes just a baby, man
and nappy jackie, shes just a baby, too
benefi-cent, hes just a baby, man
oh, and you? youre just a baby, man
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