What Cool Breezes Do

You gotta do what ya feel

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...

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...

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...