Digable Planets - Examination Of What Lyrics
[butterfly]one day..while I was sipping some groove juice I realised..that in thespan 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 itinsects roll together with the spirit in our orbitlife, it comes & goes and you do not punch a clockI don't take shit for granted, I think of scott la rockalso of tyrel and battles at the bordersmy cousins in the joint and the homeless grippin quartersthe forests are all shrinking, this deepens to my thinkindon't cover up the nappy, be happy witcha kinkin!dwellin, yes, you're dwellin as the norm is itty-bittyfigure eighty-fitty for a smidgen of the cityin the serengetti, be ready for a boxbut beware of the shanks and the pistols and the glocksif your peoples don't getcha, you still ain't off cleanthe politicians' mask is worse than Hallowe'enI write the funky scripts so you know I got to kick 'emnow tell me who's the vics and tell me who's the victimchorus [butterfly]what is really 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[ladybug]peace, this is mecca the ladybug and I'm sayin though! what is reallywhat if I can't 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 ifyou can't walk through your hood with bert, ernie and sesame streetmossie trying to give the snuffleupagus.[butterfly]my father taught me jazz, all the peoples and the anthemsate peanuts with the dizz and vibed with lionel hamptonnow I'm swimming deep in the hip-hop with eclecticsnow do we gots the power or is it getting hectic?scribble swings the paddle at the mantel where I placed ithip-hop grew from roots but some emcees never traced itthe oldjacks buckwild and some babies bore their fistsbut the crew from outer space is here.....SHITwe grew up digging styles of the fabulous fifth freddyand scoping out for days crazy legs and rocksteadynow bleach is in the laundry, same old beats is handythe label may okay it but radio won't play itthe censors are about so watch your mouth close your drapesthe legs that's in the boots is on the corner, watch your tapemaking papes off the crust, for money and for lustyou're playing out the planets get slammed, trust!you think it, see it, run it and slam itthey peep it, hear it, lynch it and ban itit just ain't the haps if they know they can't control ityour grass be in the joint but they licked it and rolled itso what? I'm sayin, what?!chorus [butterfly]what is really what is really 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[butterfly]cause butterfly is..baby, I'm just a baby, manI'm a baby, I'm just a baby, manand mister doodle? (I'm just a baby too)and miss mecca (I'm just a baby, man)and mister silk, he's just a baby, tooand 801s, they just babies, manand miss venus, she's just a baby, manthe ac-facts, they just a babies, manand dps, they just a babies, toooh and, dash, she's just a baby, mandanny and dani, they are my babies, manoh and liz, she's just a baby, manoh and stella, she's just a baby, mandoc shane, he's just a baby, manmike mann, he's just my main manand doctor timba, he's just a baby, manand nappy jackie, she's just a baby, toobenefi-cent, he's just a baby, manoh, and you? you're just a baby, man
