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Alright boy, ah man
Give you your rights, here we go again
You have the right to remain silent
Hey Ish whats goin' on? Chill, chill it's cool
Give up the right to remain silent
Anything you say can and will be used against you

Whatever man, whatever

[All]
We always roll down, no doubt
At the funky side of ten spots

[Butterfly]
Dash yeah, crystals how clear, I broke out
Pretenders bent out and ready to do my splendor
Move, move the smooth groover, dudes from the zoo

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 provins 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

[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 (x 4)

every man's a planet and the props are there to get it
insects roll together with the spirit in our orbit

Producer, Arranged By [Conceived, Freaked, Arranged & Produced By] – Butterfly
Written-by [Written And Made Lovely By] – Butterfly, Doodlebug, Ladybug

Recorded with verve at the palatial sound doctor studio & resort, North Bergen, N.J.
Mixed at Sound on Sound and Hit Factory studios, New York City.

℗ & © 1993 Pendulum Records for the United States and WEA International for the world outside of the the United States.

[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.

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

[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

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

01. It's Good To Be Here (05:06)
02. Pacifics (04:31)
03. Where I'm From (04:35)
04. What Cool Breezes Do (03:21)
05. Time & Space (A New Refutation Of) (03:32)
06. Rebirth Of Slick (Cool Like That) (04:21)
07. Last Of The Spiddyocks (04:27)
08. Jimmi Diggin' Cats (03:41)

[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

[Doodlebug and Ladybug]
One time for your mind
Two times for Mumia, Sekou
Three times for my Brooklyn dimes
Seven times for pleasure
I don't trip, I don't trip
We don't trip, nah we don't trip
We don't trip, please don't trip

Ya gotta do what you feel
Do what you feel
Do what you feel yeah
Do what you feel (x3)
Do what you feel yeah
Do what you feel (x3)
Do what you feel yeah
Do what you feel (x3)