歌曲 | What Cool Breezes Do |
歌手 | Digable Planets |
专辑 | Reachin' (A New Refutation Of Time And Space) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Digable Planets | |
You gotta do what ya feel | |
Do what ya feel... | |
If it's real | |
[Verse 1: Ladybug Mecca] | |
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; Butter 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 pronto and jet, but please... | |
[Hook 4x] | |
[Verse 2: Butterfly] | |
Check out the funk-brown bass, 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 bass in ya face, space is the place | |
Bugs take a stand, goddamn, 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, Japrim (?) told that the G be gettin' down) | |
Shit, it's mandatory, so you gots to demand it | |
And if they cannot handle, take a ticket from the Planets and... | |
[Verse 3: Doodlebug] | |
Man, I ooze that, in the mad degrees | |
With my crew and shit, honey dip, cool breeze | |
Can you dig it? (I'm with it) (Butter, 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... |
zuo ci : Digable Planets | |
You gotta do what ya feel | |
Do what ya feel... | |
If it' s real | |
Verse 1: Ladybug Mecca | |
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 Butter 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 pronto and jet, but please... | |
Hook 4x | |
Verse 2: Butterfly | |
Check out the funkbrown bass, my man | |
This be the medium used by Dig Plans | |
Hit the cosmics like a funkonaut | |
Leave the ladybugs with forgetFunknots ? | |
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 bass in ya face, space is the place | |
Bugs take a stand, goddamn, it' s a jam | |
Cnote be no uncivilized just | |
Poppin' out the jive in the jazzcausin' rush | |
Can you dig it? My mellow, it' s that cool cat sound | |
Doodlebug, Japrim ? told that the G be gettin' down | |
Shit, it' s mandatory, so you gots to demand it | |
And if they cannot handle, take a ticket from the Planets and... | |
Verse 3: Doodlebug | |
Man, I ooze that, in the mad degrees | |
With my crew and shit, honey dip, cool breeze | |
Can you dig it? I' m with it Butter, 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... |
zuò cí : Digable Planets | |
You gotta do what ya feel | |
Do what ya feel... | |
If it' s real | |
Verse 1: Ladybug Mecca | |
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 Butter 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 pronto and jet, but please... | |
Hook 4x | |
Verse 2: Butterfly | |
Check out the funkbrown bass, my man | |
This be the medium used by Dig Plans | |
Hit the cosmics like a funkonaut | |
Leave the ladybugs with forgetFunknots ? | |
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 bass in ya face, space is the place | |
Bugs take a stand, goddamn, it' s a jam | |
Cnote be no uncivilized just | |
Poppin' out the jive in the jazzcausin' rush | |
Can you dig it? My mellow, it' s that cool cat sound | |
Doodlebug, Japrim ? told that the G be gettin' down | |
Shit, it' s mandatory, so you gots to demand it | |
And if they cannot handle, take a ticket from the Planets and... | |
Verse 3: Doodlebug | |
Man, I ooze that, in the mad degrees | |
With my crew and shit, honey dip, cool breeze | |
Can you dig it? I' m with it Butter, 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... |