Digable Planets Examination Of What

[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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