What Cool Breezes Do
Digable Planets"What Cool Breezes Do" is a song by Digable Planets, released in 1993 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:20 long and contains 64 lines and 502 words.
0:10You gotta do what ya feel
0:12Do what ya feel
0:30If it's real
0:32Exit planet Venus for a Brooklyn stroll
0:33Jazzy fly nappy things plaits and a roll
0:36Leaves fumble fallin' down; wind blowin' 'round
0:39Dig the layer change the funkifying sound
0:41Mecca the Ladybug changin' like seasons
0:44Moves I be seein' changes life's reasons
0:46On to express the ways that I profess the
0:49Swoon unit glow as I go; Butter flow
0:52I take a chance go against the norm
0:54But they used to make advance to my lady form
0:56Ok shall I smack a ghetto punk with the line (but Mecca)
0:59Ok slap a meadow punk with a fine
1:01I flip this only to the ones who lack respect
1:04The rest just get your ticket pronto and jet but please
1:07Do what ya feel
1:16If it's real
1:18Check out the funk-brown bass my man
1:20This be the medium used by Dig Plans
1:23Hit the cosmics like a funkonaut
1:25Leave the ladybugs with forget-Funk-nots
1:28Black sunflowers blue be your tulip
1:30The sound from the gates it'll zoom up your room
1:33Bugs block spots where Hip Hop be your norm
1:35If the Pri is the Kid the floor's gettin' stormed
1:38With the bass in ya face space is the place
1:40Bugs take a stand goddamn it's a jam
1:43C-note be no uncivilized just
1:46Poppin' out the jive in the jazz-causin' rush
1:48Can you dig it My mellow it's that cool cat sound
1:51(Doodlebug Japrim told that the G be gettin' down)
1:54Sh*t it's mandatory so you gots to demand it
1:56And if they cannot handle take a ticket from the Planets so
1:59Do what ya feel
2:08If it's real
2:09Man I ooze that in the mad degrees
2:11With my crew and sh*t honey dip cool breeze
2:14Can you dig it (I'm with it) (Butter now you know)
2:17I know the wig gets the grade out
2:18It's fat or else we'd be out
2:19Copped the rap bats from these cats out on Bleeker
2:22Rejuvenate the plates for my people and they speakers
2:24Nietzsche Rap make Anita crutch
2:27Planets wouldn't allow themselves to grow like such
2:29Expressions sightings scripting taught
2:32Finest status quo is being an artist in New York
2:35Tongues be often fought clothes be often caught
2:37If they call it phat we just ignore it like it's pork
2:40Planets got them thoughts bloomin' flowers in the dense
2:42They said that Rap was Venus so we snuck and hopped the fence
2:45Landed in a meadow glimpsed and saw a shadow
2:48Of brothers with guitars common sense and puffy afros
2:50Lucks was getting brazed Paps was getting blazed
2:53Feds was crackin' domes but these cats they wasn't phased
2:55In tights grips yet their lips was talkin' fun
2:58Rhythms and the struggle kinda funneled into one
3:00True funk cannot disguise because the streets have eyes
3:03Who's gonna revive the vibe
3:06Did it like a Dig Planet goddammit
3:08To get a good kick it so get a good ticket and
3:11Do what ya feel
3:20If it's real
You gotta do what ya feel Do what ya feel If it's real 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 Do what ya feel If it's real 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) Sh*t it's mandatory so you gots to demand it And if they cannot handle take a ticket from the Planets so Do what ya feel If it's real Man I ooze that in the mad degrees With my crew and sh*t 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 Do what ya feel If it's real
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