Digable Planets - Appointment At The Fat Clinic lyrics

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Digable Planets - Appointment At The Fat Clinic lyrics

[bu*terfly] Smooth to the ooze came bu*ter Try to gank my style and I'll hip you to the heater At the speed of bop grew the hard rock You can ask my dads Chairman Mao comrades Squattin' at they pads Diggin' on the jazz that's the half of it Uncle Sam showed us all his space we refuted it Told him that ghetto is the aim, let go of my brain Then we changed your boogie cause your boogie had to change [Ladybug] Caught a fat chat with a cat where I'm from Flipping mad tracks on a love child Nickel Bag Ah Mecca much jive and a jazz touch With a straight no chase, a Dig Plan erase Snatch an acid insect changed her dialect {Kept it} Mr. Doodlebug come tight with a ticket Said we couldn't drip it Came in and we kicked it with a gla** of water on the rocks Nip it [Doodlebug] Jazz, in the last 5 years has progressed in its fits And starts of sudden discoveries and Startled reactions. New principles, new sounds, New rhythms and harmonies have been advanced with unusual frequency. Not surprisingly, many of the younger musicians have been quietly digesting This information almost as quiuckly as it has appeared. As a result, they've acquired a degree of Musical sophistication which supersedes many of the previous standards of excellence. So it's no longer especially relevant to ask the young saxophone player, For example, to demonstrate his ability by running through all the Charlie Parker licks. [Ladybug] Come little hoods peep out the eyelids Stash a fat gat cause the loops let you dig With a Bloom Swoon and a Full Moon Mecca Bug no fake takes we let alone baits Pitchin' up your cakes might cause a horn rush but then a ba** flush Meta more emphasis as I trip this bu*ter bug pour it out the mouth [bu*terfly] O.K. floater to the order don't we wreck before we split From the chaos came the fattest little sh** By the soak of it at the point of hammer click You could either read a little Marx or hang with Spiddyocks When the ba** faces fix the deepest cuts they're the sickest Then we just make you think you boomed with a quickness This is what's the haps when I go to do my smack Cause the word got around about three cool cats