Examination Of What

One day while I was sipping some groove juice I realized That in the span of time we're just babies It's all relative, time is unreal We're just babies, we're just babies, man We're just babies, we're just babies, man We're just babies, we're just babies, man We're just babies, we're just babies, man (check out, check out) Every man's a planet and the props are there to get it Insects roll together with the spirit in our orbit Life, it comes and goes and you do not punch a clock I don't take shit for granted, I think of Scott La Rock Also of Tyrel and the battles at the borders My cousins in the joint and the homeless gripping quarters The forests are all shrinking, this deepens to my thinking Don't cover up the nappy, be happy whatcha kinking Dwelling, yes, you're dwelling as the norm is itty-bitty Figure eighty-fitty for a smidgen of the city In the Serengeti, get ready for a box But beware of the shanks and the pistols and the Glocks If your peoples don't getcha, you still ain't off clean The politicians mask is worse than Halloween I write the funky scripts so you know I got to kick 'em Now tell me who's the vics and tell me who's the victim So what is really what (is really what) If the funk don't move your butt And if the box don't make you hot And if the cats don't dig the raps If your life ain't got no spice Or if the guns just wreck your fun Or if some shouts ain't in the house Or if your crew ain't down with you Peace, this is Mecca the Ladybug and I'm saying though What is really what if I can't even get comfortable Because the Supreme Court is like, all in my uterus Peace, this is Cee-Know the Doodlebug and I wanna say What is what if you can't walk through your hood Without Bert, Ernie and Sesame Street mosse Trying to give the Snuffleupagus My father taught me jazz, all the peoples and the anthems Ate peanuts with the Dizz and vibed with Lionel Hampton Now I'm swimming deep in the hip-hop with eclectics Now do we gots the power or is it getting hectic Scribble swings the paddle at the mantel where I placed it Hip-hop grew from roots but some emcees never traced it The old-jacks buckwild and some babies bore their fists But the crew from outer space is here, shit We grew up digging styles of the fabulous fifth Freddy And scoping out for days crazy legs and rocksteady Now bleach is in the laundry, the same old beats is handy The label may okay it but radio won't play it The censors are about so watch your mouth close your drapes The legs that's in the boots is on the corner, with your tape Making papes off the crust, for money and for lust You're playing out the planets get slammed, trust You think it, see it, run it and slam it They peep it, hear it, lynch it and ban it It just ain't the haps if they know they can't control it Your grass be in the joint but they licked it and rolled it So what I'm saying what is really what If the funk don't rule your cut Or if the streets don't dig your beats Or if my man ain't fifty grand Or if the hoods don't think you're good Or if your church don't really work Or if the pigs wanna knock your wigs Or if the jeeps don't roll with beats 'Cause Butterfly is a baby, I'm just a baby, man I'm just a baby, I'm just a baby, man I'm just a baby, I'm just a baby, man And Mr. Doodle? (I'm just a baby too) And Miss Mecca (I'm just a baby, man) And Mister Silk, he's just a baby, too And 801s, they just babies, man And Miss Venus, she's just a baby, man The ac-facts, they just a babies, man And dps, they just a babies, too Oh and, Dash, she's just a baby, man Danny and Dani, they are my babies, man Oh and Liz, she's just a baby, man Oh and Stella, she's just a baby too Doc Shane, he's just a baby, man Mike Mann, he's just my main man And Doctor Timba, he's just a baby, man And nappy Jackie, she's just a baby, too Benefi-cent, he's just a baby, man Oh, and you You're just a baby, man Ladybug here y'all with Silver Tongue Nice cold drums With eyes, open wide And open pride, which lies inside The Digable Planets' eyes Peace, this is Cee-Know, the notorious Doodlebug Giving universal salutations to my peoples Dwelling in the seventh dimension Brother Butter Uh, um, it was real fun Sector six, here I come Chilling out, pops and Dani, I'm out, later