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PERFORMING ARTISTS
ButterFly
ButterFly
Vocals
Doodlebug
Doodlebug
Vocals
Ladybug Mecca
Ladybug Mecca
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ishmael Butler
Ishmael Butler
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shane Faber
Shane Faber
Co-Producer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Mike Mangini
Mike Mangini
Recording Engineer
Ishmael Butler
Ishmael Butler
Producer

Lyrics

It was 8: 49 on a beautiful 9th day of July There was not a cloud to speak of So the orange sun hung lonely in the sky I lay prone in my catboat home Thinking of fine nappy Jackie and his jazz cat's horn Sliding in a tape of bird on verve when suddenly rang my phone "Hey butterfly", the voice said Slip on some duds comb out your fro and slide on down to my pad The vibe here is very pleasant and I truly request your presence A problem of great magnitude has arose and as we speak it grows Damn, what could it be I thought A juice I bought and rolled on down to her [Incomprehensible] Seeing bros I know slapping fives I arrived and pressed G-5 And there was Nikki lookin' some kind of sad With tears fallin' from her eyes she sat me down And dug my frown and began to run it down "You remember my boyfriend Sid that fly kid who I love Well our love was often a verb and spontaneity has brought a third But do to our youth an economic state, we wish to terminate About this we don't feel great, but baby that's how it is But the feds have dissed me, they ignore and dismiss me The pro-lifers harass me outside the clinic And call me a murderer, now that's hate So needless to say we're in a mental state of debate" ? Hey beautiful bird?, I said digging her somber mood The fascists are some heavy dudes They don't really give a damn about life They just don't want a woman to control her body Or have the right to choose but baby that ain't nothin' They just want a male finger on the button Because if you say,? War?, they will send them to die by the score Aborting mission should be your volition But if Souter and Thomas have their way You'll be standing in line unable to get welfare While they're out hunting and fishing It has always been around, it will always have the niche But they'll make it a privilege not a right accessible only to the rich Hey pro-lifers should dig themselves 'cause life doesn't stop after birth And for child borne to the unprepared it might even just get worse The situation surely change if they will find themselves in it Supporters of the h-bomb and fire bombing clinic What type of shit is that? Orwellian in fact If Roe V Wade was overturned would not the desire remain intact Leaving young girls to risk their healths Doctors to botch and watch as they kill themselves Now I don't want to sound macabre But hey, isn't it my job to lay it on the masses And get them off their asses to fight against these fascists So whatever you decide make that move with pride Sid will be there and so will I An insect 'til I die Rhythms and sounds, spinning around Confrontations across the nation Your block, my block, dreadlocks what a shock Land of the free but not me Not me, not me, not me, not me Not me, not me, not me, not me
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