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Pacifics Lyrics by Digable Planets

 

Pacifics by Digable Planets


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 New York, I'm chillin' in New York
The hoods is on my block and the brothers at the court
The baseball hats is on and the projects is calm
Dream time'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 is incagin'
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, just chill
New York is red hot, New York is red hot
New York is red hot, New York is red hot
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 sin apple
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
Hip-Hop's all around the members is growin'
Please dig on the sounds 'cause the good vibes they snowin'
So chill
New York is red hot, New York is red hot
New York is red hot, New York is red hot
New York is red hot, New York is red hot
(One, two)
New York is red hot, New York is red hot
(Three, Four)
Wake up, prayin' that the game's on
Maybe it's The Runnin' Rebs, maybe it's The Knicks
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, Sunday's to relax
Some Sunday mornin' drama is callin' up my mama
The hot line is in, I guess The Silvers 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
Mingus's Ah Um, damn Roach 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
Checkin' 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
New York is red hot, New York is red hot
New York is red hot, New York is red hot
New York is red hot, New York is red hot
New York is red hot, New York is red hot
New York is red hot, New York is red hot
New York is red hot, is red hot
New York is red hot, New York is red hot
New York is red hot, is red hot