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What Cool Breezes Do
Album: Reachin' (A New Refutation Of Time And Space)
Durasi: 3:22
[00:11.12]You gotta do what ya feel
[00:31.70]Exit planet Venus for a Brooklyn stroll
[00:34.13]Jazzy fly, nappy things, plaits, and a roll (?)
[00:36.75]Leaves fumble fallin' down; wind blowin' 'round
[00:39.21]Dig the layer change, the funkifying sound
[00:41.82]Mecca, the Ladybug, changin' like seasons
[00:44.12]Moves I be seein', changes life's reasons
[00:46.85]On to express the ways that I profess the
[00:49.52]Swoon unit glow, as I go; Butter flow
[00:51.96]I take a chance, go against the norm
[00:54.10]But they used to make advance to my lady form
[00:56.29]Ok, shall I smack a ghetto punk with the line? (but, Mecca)
[00:59.85]Ok, slap a meadow (?) punk with a fine
[01:01.58]I flip this only to the ones who lack respect
[01:04.19]The rest, just get your ticket pronto and jet, but please...
[01:22.25]Check out the funk-brown bass, my man
[01:23.24]This be the medium used by Dig Plans
[01:24.34]Hit the cosmics like a funkonaut
[01:25.74]Leave the ladybugs with forget-Funk-nots (?)
[01:28.14]Black sunflowers, blue be your tulip (?)
[01:30.88]The sound from the gates, it'll zoom up your room
[01:33.34]Bugs block spots where Hip Hop be your norm
[01:35.81]If the Pri is the Kid, the floor's gettin' stormed
[01:38.47]With the bass in ya face,
[01:39.72]space is the place
[01:41.12]Bugs take a stand, goddamn, it's a jam
[01:43.54]C-note be no uncivilized just
[01:46.36]Poppin' out the jive in the jazz-causin' rush
[01:48.57]Can you dig it? My mellow, it's that cool cat sound
[01:51.19](Doodlebug, Japrim (?) told that the G be gettin' down)
[01:53.78]Shit, it's mandatory, so you gots to demand it
[01:56.32]And if they cannot handle, take a ticket from the Planets and...
[02:09.82]Man, I ooze that, in the mad degrees
[02:11.99]With my crew and shit, honey dip, cool breeze
[02:14.58]Can you dig it? (I'm with it) (Butter, now you know)
[02:16.90]I know the wig gets the grade out (?)
[02:18.50]It's fat or else we'd be out
[02:19.77]Copped the rap bats from these cats out on Bleeker
[02:21.93]Rejuvenate the plates for my people and they speakers
[02:24.46]Nietzsche, Rap, make Anita crutch (?)
[02:27.12]Planets wouldn't allow themselves to grow like such
[02:29.55]Expressions, sightings, scripting, taught
[02:32.55]Finest status quo (?) is being an artist in New York
[02:34.88]Tongues be often fought, clothes be often caught
[02:37.17]If they call it phat, we just ignore it, like it's pork
[02:40.17]Planets got them thoughts bloomin' flowers in the dense
[02:42.27]They said that Rap was Venus (?), so we snuck and hopped the fence
[02:44.86]Landed in a meadow, glimpsed and saw a shadow
[02:47.82]Of brothers with guitars, common sense and puffy afros
[02:50.61]Lucks was getting brazed (?), Paps (?) was getting blazed
[02:53.05]Feds was crackin' domes
[02:54.44]but these cats, they wasn't phased
[02:55.68]In tights grips, yet, their lips was talkin' fun
[02:58.25]Rhythms and the struggle kinda funneled into one
[03:00.49]True funk cannot disguise, because the streets have eyes
[03:03.22]Who's gonna revive the (?) vibe
[03:06.18]Did it like a Dig Planet, goddammit
[03:08.63]To get a good kick it, so get a good ticket and...