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You gotta do what ya feelDo what ya feelIf it's realExit planet Venus for a Brooklyn strollJazzy fly, nappy things, plaits, to a rollLeaves fumble fallin' down; wind blowin' 'roundDig the layer change, the funkifying soundMecca, the Ladybug, changin' like seasonsMoves I be seein', changes life's reasonsOn to express the ways that I profess theSwoon unit glow, as I go; Butter flowI take a chance, go against the normBut they used to make advance to my lady formOk, shall I smack a ghetto punk with the line? (but, Mecca)Ok, slap a meadow punk with a fineI flip this only to the ones who lack respectThe rest, just get your ticket pronto and jet, but pleaseYou gotta do what ya feelDo what ya feelIf it's realCheck out the funk-brown bass, my manThis be the medium used by Dig PlansHit the cosmics like a funkonautSongtexteLeave the ladybugs with forget-Funk-notsBlack sunflowers, blue be your tulipThe sound from the gates, it'll zoom up your roomBugs block spots where Hip Hop be your normIf the Pri is the Kid, the floor's gettin' stormedWith the bass in ya face, space is the placeBugs take a stand, goddamn, it's a jamC-note be no uncivilized justPoppin' out the jive in the jazz-causin' rushCan 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 itAnd if they cannot handle, take a ticket from the Planets andYou gotta do what ya feelDo what ya feelIf it's realMan, I ooze that, in the mad degreesWith my crew and shit, honey dip, cool breezeCan you dig it? (I'm with it) (Butter, now you know)I know the wig gets the grade outIt's fat or else we'd be outCopped the rap bats from these cats out on BleekerRejuvenate the plates for my people and they speakersNietzsche, Rap, make Anita crutchPlanets wouldn't allow themselves to grow like suchExpressions, sightings, scripting, taughtFinest status quo is being an artist in New YorkTongues be often fought, clothes be often caughtIf they call it a fad, we just ignore it, like it's porkPlanets got them thoughts bloomin' flowers in the denseThey said that Rap was Venus, so we snuck and hopped the fenceLanded in a meadow, glimpsed and saw a shadowOf brothers with guitars, common sense and puffy afrosLucks was getting brazed, Paps was getting blazedFeds was crackin' domes, but these cats, they wasn't phasedIn tights grips, yet, their lips was talkin' funRhythms and the struggle kinda funneled into oneTrue funk cannot disguise, because the streets have eyesWho's gonna revive? Well us and delic vibeDid it like a Dig Planet, goddammitTo get a good kick it, suggest ya get ya ticket andYou gotta do what ya feelDo what ya feelIf it's real Aus Songtexte Mania