|
butterfly searchin for a relax pullin from the jazz stacks cause it's
|
sunday
|
on the air is incense sounds to the ceiling tried to get this feelin
|
since
|
monday
|
lookin out the window watchin all the people go
|
buggin off a funny vibe cause now it seems they're equal
|
wonder what would trane say wonder what my pop say
|
buggin off the calmness in the apple
|
who me i'm coolin in ny, i'm chillin in ny
|
the hoods is on my block and the brothers at the court
|
the baseball hats is on and the projects is calm
|
dreamtime's extended - and highly recommended
|
but early birds like me's up checkin out the scene
|
the early worms jog, forget about your job
|
just come dig the essence while the decadence is hidden
|
when people act like people the theory ??
|
if you know the norm it's like hades transformed
|
on sunday's early hours the city sprouts its flowers
|
so get with the rhythms while you gettin with the planets
|
vibe off the jams but don't take them for granted
|
we venture through the streets in search of funky beats
|
extensive is the travels and it's heavy on the sneaks
|
ye it's kickin out the speakers of the sunday morning jeepers
|
my man do planets do it lovely?
|
am i my brother's keeper?
|
we foot it to the park where the swoon units walk
|
and sit with the phoenicians diggin on musicians
|
hangin with the rebels sippin on a snapple
|
buggin with my crew just trippin in the apple
|
you be thinkin peace when you're vibin with your flock
|
but you be thinkin damn everybody's got a glock
|
if you got some beef please express that in silence or else - violence
|
but right here is the life it's the children of the concrete
|
livin off the fruits and the functions of the fat beats
|
hiphop's all around the members is growin
|
please dig on the sounds cause the good vibes they snowin
|
wake up prayin that the game's on maybe it's the ? maybe it's the
|
nicks
|
maybe it's a rerun of an old tv show like hawaii 5-0 or karate flicks
|
maybe if the phone rings butterfly will take wings
|
speakin on some cool things frontin like i cope
|
born under flat ground now i'm chillin shaky ground
|
reachin for pacific heights sunday is my rope - dig it
|
sunday's to relax
|
some sunday morning drama is callin up my mama
|
the hot line is in i guess the ? knew the deal
|
vibin off the jams of the crews on sugar hill
|
lay around and think ain't nothin to do
|
checkin out some frommes, some satre, camus
|
minguses are hummed, damn ? can drum
|
the dp's are life there they go here they come
|
it's time to grab some loot put on the timber boots
|
checking out some dollies/dali's like tasha and kamali
|
ny is a museum with its posters and graffiti
|
if you're in the city on sunday come check me get with me
|
|
|
|
-----------------
|
Pacifics (NY Is Red Hot)
|
Digable Planets |