[bu*terfly & Ladybug]
You can't fake
You can't fly
You can't move
You can't rush this
You can't gank
You can't run
You can't walk
You catch a check yea
You can't jump
We make space yea
We move ba** yea
Its like sweet jazz
You can't play
You can't bump for yours
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Ok dig me out
[bu*terfly]
The season's been hot like a gat
The weakened little cut?? was like this and like that
Then on 62nd they was fittin to peel my buss
They ask me whats my set, man im banging for my cuts and buck 'em
Smooth for a spot in your trunk
Baby to the jazz given licks that planet bump
When i flew to earth, I was 7 right at birth
From bebop to hip I drank my milk to Birk's works
My crew
Boppin like birds sweeter licks Plus
Buckin like a G to get our grips And
In Crooklyn gettin' space cause we coolie Or
Rollin with my dogs around Cali Bow
Dig the coolest breeze take aim at rain storms
Fly boy bu*ter turns solid when drains form
When we played it was still 96 and the shape
My hair was growin' was too long so i got me some braids phat braids
[ladybug]
You can't pa**
Now dont rush it
It ain't quick kid
And its on this
We pack kicks y'all
We stack stick ya'll
We move smooth too
And imma stab now
The seasons been shipped like the tire
Talks by the flag? ?? my cool cat buyer Damn
Throwing out they lips on the trash
And couldn't get? a reason why my playas half pa**ed
Diggin on traps but they couldn't love the naps
I was on the corner 65 wit mr. shaft??
Checking out that Africa bra** was a hit
bu*terfly and I caught the lid and took a lick
Sat back and felt the cool taps of blue train
Walkin' from inside only we could touch the paint
Like the 801 to they ?? on they deck
They prolly catch a wreck ??
Its all I meant to claim with the bop and the hop
For slippin out the fades is a not 'less we pop
We strechin out our neck with a cut from the heart
So keep it in the head bout this boom? an this art?
[bu*teryfly]
The seasons been cool like the snow
The chronic was bionic so on with the flow
They couldn't puncture space 'cause we spend it on the rhyme
They couldn't fade the time cause the ticks was by the mind
Well g rides banging to they peak
Do they little dirt while we sweeten up the beats
Ain't no honeys phat as mecha on the mix
Try to make a film and we send you to the 6. Quick!
Then we caught a fam when we went ??? jam
Love and b**bie?? know that we shoulda slung the hands
For the slip slide glide nappy pride watch my kids
They come from other sectors to watch us do this sh**
And we do this sh** good??
[doodlebug]
(space is the place, yea)
To the break of dawn, yea 93 and on
Boogie up your place sector 6 in outer space
Lickin out the jazz while the beats is always bad
Dig the hard rock with the booms from your block
Yea hardcore rap music what is it if its not straight from the heart
True!
Hmm let me tell you
The digable planets we're purveyors of true music
Word is born word is born
Speak on it brother
Yo, we comin' about jazz music
That's our first love
Hip hop is an extension of that love
So what can we be, but nothing but hardcore music lovers
Givin' you what we know best
And givin' it you straight from the heart
Straight from sector 6 to the color full ghettos in outer space
This is that the dig plans is all about
Check check it out
bu*terfly hardcore
Ladybug hardcore
Doodlebug hardcore
Digable planets