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Yo, everybody's goin retro, right? |
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And I was thinkin... if the 60's and 70's were now, |
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Isaac Hayes woulda have his own 900 number. |
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I know, and MC Hammer would've been a pimp, right? |
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Word, and jimmi would've dug us right? |
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Word |
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Yeah |
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Get yours, float up to the stars |
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Planets hits a spot 'bout six blocks east of Mars. |
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Air soul kicks and crush velvet hats, |
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Hangin off the ave with the beautifulest naps. |
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Ride in the crest with the blessed, give a yes. |
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Planets kinda funky, as if you hadn't guessed. |
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Placebo's gettin blocked, funky joints get rocked |
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Jive is not found, we fly from the flesh |
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Whether Jeep or 'Lac, Peak you as you been there and |
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Float to them raps, Butterfly's planets for the |
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Jam 8 Tracks... from the 90-tops with the |
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Twists and plaits, look beneath my hat |
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Find the braids that hit ya, metro quite equiped |
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Knows of all the funk that was laid in 7-zips |
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Funk is phat, homey homey don't you know me? |
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Cool is back, give some skin, lay it on me |
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Groovy you could call it, hip, yeah, you could call we, |
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Fikky sticky fingers stuck us, loot junkies. |
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If you diggin rhyme, then you diggin rap |
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Jimmi's diggin this and we be diggin that... |
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Yeah... |
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(The song is by some groovy cats. If you can dig |
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The cats, you can dig the song). |
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Yo, the black panthers would've had their own show right? |
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I know, and 8-track walkmans, right? |
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True, The Jackson Five would've had dreads. |
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Word, my man Tito would look fly, right? |
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Word, and Jimmi would've dug Dig Planets for real, word. |
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Planets bustin out of this L-7 square |
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Check out the wares, check out the hairs |
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Sweetback chills with Shav, on the ave |
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Jimmi's diggin cats, and that's just the half |
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Where'd they find the stuff to freak it like a wizzard, |
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Slick just like a lizzard? really weird, or is it? |
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It's just the logic, from how we rocks it |
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Pop shock picks it up and drops hits |
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We, the synthesis of then and now melts |
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Channeled to the masses through a DJ and some felts |
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Long haired hippies, Afro blacks, |
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All get together across the tracks |
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Because when we shows up, rythm rolls up |
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Funk cannot be measured while the pleasure grows up |
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Life ain't what it seems, life is but a dream |
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Planets wreakin havok is as constant as the rain |
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Yeah... |
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(The song is by some groovy cats. If you can dig |
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The cats, you can dig the song. |
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Yeah, I can really dig how these cats get down with the |
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Sound as it is today. The way they're bringing it all |
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Together, they're cool. Brothas are doin it right. And |
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They're paying good respect to the masters, I can |
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Dig it. It's exactly the way it should be. |