What Cool Breezes Do

(Butterfly)
you gotta

(Doodlebug)
you gotta

(Butterfly)
you gotta

(Ladybug)
you gotta

(All)
you gotta do what ya feel
do what ya feel
do what ya feel, yeah
do what ya feel

do what ya feel
do what ya feel
do what ya feel, yeah
do what ya feel

do what ya feel
do what ya feel
do what ya feel, yeah
do what ya feel

do what ya feel
do what ya feel
if it’s real

(Ladybug)
exit planet venus for a brooklyn stroll
jazzy fly naps, hands clapped to a roll
leaves fumble fallin down wind blowin round
dig the layer change, the funkifying sound
mecca, the ladybug, changin like seasons
moods i be seein changes lifes reasons
on to express the way that I complex 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 the fine, i slip this
only to the ones who lack respect
the rest just get your ticket pronto and check
but please

(All)
do what ya feel
do what ya feel
do what ya feel, yeah
do what ya feel

do what ya feel
do what ya feel
if it’s real

(Doodlebug)
check out the funk brown bass my man
this be the medium used by dig plans
hit the cosmics like a funkanaut
leave the ladybugs with the get funk nots
black sunflowers bloom be a tune
if the sounds from the digs it will zoom up your room
bugs flock spots where hip hop be a norm
if capri is the kid, the floors gettin stormed
with the bass in your face, space is the place
bugs take a stand goddamn is a jam
cee know be no uncilivized, just
poppin out the jive and the jazz causin rush
can you dig it my mellow is that cool cat sound

(Butterfly)
doodlebug, japrime told me that the g be gettin down

(Doodlebug)
shit that’s mandatory so you gots to demand it
and if they cannot help, here’s a ticket to the planets, so

(All)
do what ya feel
do what ya feel
do what ya feel, yeah
do what ya feel

do what ya feel
do what ya feel
if it’s real

(Butterfly)
man i lose that in the mad degrees
with my crew and shit honey dip cool breeze
can you dig it (i’m wit it) (butter now you know)
i know the wig gets a braid out
it fat or else we be out
cop the rap bats from these cats out on bleeker
rejuvenate the plates for my peoples and they speakers
bleecher rap make you need a crutch
planets wouldn’t allow themselves to roll like such
expressions, sighting, scripting, talk
fighting status quo is bein a artist in new york
tongues be often forked
flows be be often corked
if they call it fat we just ignore it like it’s pork
planets got them thoughts, bloomin flowers in the dense
they said the grass was greener so we snuck and hopped the fence
landed in a meadow
glimpsed and saw a shadow
of brother with guitars common sense and puffy afros
knucks was gettin raised, paths was gettin blazed
feds was crackin domes but these cats they wasn’t phased
in tight grips yet the 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, well us and delic vibe
did it like a dig planet god damnit
to get a good kick it
suggest you get your ticket and

(All)
do what ya feel
do what ya feel
do what ya feel, yeah
do what ya feel

do what ya feel
do what ya feel
if it’s real, it’s real, it’s real