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(but, Mecca)\nOk, slap a meadow (?) punk with a fine\nI flip this only to the ones who lack respect\nThe rest, just get your ticket pronto and jet, but please...\nCheck out the funk-brown bass, my man\nThis be the medium used by Dig Plans\nHit the cosmics like a funkonaut\nLeave the ladybugs with forget-Funk-nots (?)\nBlack sunflowers, blue be your tulip (?)\nThe sound from the gates, it'll zoom up your room\nBugs block spots where Hip Hop be your norm\nIf the Pri is the Kid, the floor's gettin' stormed\nWith the bass in ya face,\nSpace is the place\nBugs take a stand, goddamn, it's a jam\nC-note be no uncivilized just\nPoppin' out the jive in the jazz-causin' rush\nCan you dig it? My mellow, it's that cool cat sound\n(Doodlebug, Japrim (?) told that the G be gettin' down)\nShit, it's mandatory, so you gots to demand it\nAnd if they cannot handle, take a ticket from the Planets and...\nMan, I ooze that, in the mad degrees\nWith my crew and shit, honey dip, cool breeze\nCan you dig it? (I'm with it) (Butter, now you know)\nI know the wig gets the grade out (?)\nIt's fat or else we'd be out\nCopped the rap bats from these cats out on Bleeker\nRejuvenate the plates for my people and they speakers\nNietzsche, Rap, make Anita crutch (?)\nPlanets wouldn't allow themselves to grow like such\nExpressions, sightings, scripting, taught\nFinest status quo (?) is being an artist in New York\nTongues be often fought, clothes be often caught\nIf they call it phat, we just ignore it, like it's pork\nPlanets got them thoughts bloomin' flowers in the dense\nThey said that Rap was Venus (?), so we snuck and hopped the fence\nLanded in a meadow, glimpsed and saw a shadow\nOf brothers with guitars, common sense and puffy afros\nLucks was getting brazed (?), Paps (?) was getting blazed\nFeds was crackin' domes\nBut these cats, they wasn't phased\nIn tights grips, yet, their lips was talkin' fun\nRhythms and the struggle kinda funneled into one\nTrue funk cannot disguise, because the streets have eyes\nWho's gonna revive the (?) vibe\nDid it like a Dig Planet, goddammit\nTo get a good kick it, so get a good ticket and...","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.15] You gotta do what ya feel\n[00:31.79] Exit planet Venus for a Brooklyn stroll\n[00:34.12] Jazzy fly, nappy things, plaits, and a roll (?)\n[00:36.78] Leaves fumble fallin' down; wind blowin' 'round\n[00:39.24] Dig the layer change, the funkifying sound\n[00:41.88] Mecca, the Ladybug, changin' like seasons\n[00:44.15] Moves I be seein', changes life's reasons\n[00:46.83] On to express the ways that I profess the\n[00:49.57] Swoon unit glow, as I go; Butter flow\n[00:51.97] I take a chance, go against the norm\n[00:54.15] But they used to make advance to my lady form\n[00:56.26] Ok, shall I smack a ghetto punk with the line? 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My mellow, it's that cool cat sound\n[01:51.12] (Doodlebug, Japrim (?) told that the G be gettin' down)\n[01:53.71] Shit, it's mandatory, so you gots to demand it\n[01:56.39] And if they cannot handle, take a ticket from the Planets and...\n[02:09.81] Man, I ooze that, in the mad degrees\n[02:11.93] With my crew and shit, honey dip, cool breeze\n[02:14.57] Can you dig it? (I'm with it) (Butter, now you know)\n[02:16.96] I know the wig gets the grade out (?)\n[02:18.52] It's fat or else we'd be out\n[02:19.73] Copped the rap bats from these cats out on Bleeker\n[02:21.98] Rejuvenate the plates for my people and they speakers\n[02:24.50] Nietzsche, Rap, make Anita crutch (?)\n[02:27.10] Planets wouldn't allow themselves to grow like such\n[02:29.53] Expressions, sightings, scripting, taught\n[02:32.56] Finest status quo (?) is being an artist in New York\n[02:34.86] Tongues be often fought, clothes be often caught\n[02:37.20] If they call it phat, we just ignore it, like it's pork\n[02:40.12] Planets got them thoughts bloomin' flowers in the dense\n[02:42.28] They said that Rap was Venus (?), so we snuck and hopped the fence\n[02:44.88] Landed in a meadow, glimpsed and saw a shadow\n[02:47.86] Of brothers with guitars, common sense and puffy afros\n[02:50.63] Lucks was getting brazed (?), Paps (?) was getting blazed\n[02:53.03] Feds was crackin' domes\n[02:54.44] But these cats, they wasn't phased\n[02:55.67] In tights grips, yet, their lips was talkin' fun\n[02:58.25] Rhythms and the struggle kinda funneled into one\n[03:00.49] True funk cannot disguise, because the streets have eyes\n[03:03.28] Who's gonna revive the (?) vibe\n[03:06.13] Did it like a Dig Planet, goddammit\n[03:08.66] To get a good kick it, so get a good ticket and...\n[03:12.20] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: What Cool Breezes Do\n  artist: Digable Planets\n  album: Digable Planets Live\n  duration_ms: 211618\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: You gotta do what ya feel\n  start_ms: 11150\n  end_ms: 31790\n- text: Exit planet Venus for a Brooklyn stroll\n  start_ms: 31790\n  end_ms: 34120\n- text: Jazzy fly, nappy things, plaits, and a roll (?)\n  start_ms: 34120\n  end_ms: 36780\n- text: Leaves fumble fallin' down; wind blowin' 'round\n  start_ms: 36780\n  end_ms: 39240\n- text: Dig the layer change, the funkifying sound\n  start_ms: 39240\n  end_ms: 41880\n- text: Mecca, the Ladybug, changin' like seasons\n  start_ms: 41880\n  end_ms: 44150\n- text: Moves I be seein', changes life's reasons\n  start_ms: 44150\n  end_ms: 46830\n- text: On to express the ways that I profess the\n  start_ms: 46830\n  end_ms: 49570\n- text: Swoon unit glow, as I go; Butter flow\n  start_ms: 49570\n  end_ms: 51970\n- text: I take a chance, go against the norm\n  start_ms: 51970\n  end_ms: 54150\n- text: But they used to make advance to my lady form\n  start_ms: 54150\n  end_ms: 56260\n- text: Ok, shall I smack a ghetto punk with the line? 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(I'm with it) (Butter, now you know)\n  start_ms: 134550\n  end_ms: 136990\n- text: I know the wig gets the grade out (?)\n  start_ms: 136990\n  end_ms: 138520\n- text: It's fat or else we'd be out\n  start_ms: 138520\n  end_ms: 139730\n- text: Copped the rap bats from these cats out on Bleeker\n  start_ms: 139730\n  end_ms: 141930\n- text: Rejuvenate the plates for my people and they speakers\n  start_ms: 141930\n  end_ms: 144490\n- text: Nietzsche, Rap, make Anita crutch (?)\n  start_ms: 144490\n  end_ms: 147130\n- text: Planets wouldn't allow themselves to grow like such\n  start_ms: 147130\n  end_ms: 149500\n- text: Expressions, sightings, scripting, taught\n  start_ms: 149500\n  end_ms: 152520\n- text: Finest status quo (?) is being an artist in New York\n  start_ms: 152520\n  end_ms: 154830\n- text: Tongues be often fought, clothes be often caught\n  start_ms: 154830\n  end_ms: 157190\n- text: If they call it phat, we just ignore it, like it's pork\n  start_ms: 157190\n  end_ms: 160170\n- text: Planets got them thoughts bloomin' flowers in the dense\n  start_ms: 160170\n  end_ms: 162250\n- text: They said that Rap was Venus (?), so we snuck and hopped the fence\n  start_ms: 162250\n  end_ms: 164890\n- text: Landed in a meadow, glimpsed and saw a shadow\n  start_ms: 164890\n  end_ms: 167830\n- text: Of brothers with guitars, common sense and puffy afros\n  start_ms: 167830\n  end_ms: 170670\n- text: Lucks was getting brazed (?), Paps (?) was getting blazed\n  start_ms: 170670\n  end_ms: 173060\n- text: Feds was crackin' domes\n  start_ms: 173060\n  end_ms: 174450\n- text: but these cats, they wasn't phased\n  start_ms: 174450\n  end_ms: 175630\n- text: In tights grips, yet, their lips was talkin' fun\n  start_ms: 175630\n  end_ms: 178250\n- text: Rhythms and the struggle kinda funneled into one\n  start_ms: 178250\n  end_ms: 180440\n- text: True funk cannot disguise, because the streets have eyes\n  start_ms: 180440\n  end_ms: 183200\n- text: Who's gonna revive the (?) vibe\n  start_ms: 183200\n  end_ms: 186160\n- text: Did it like a Dig Planet, goddammit\n  start_ms: 186160\n  end_ms: 188670\n- text: To get a good kick it, so get a good ticket and...\n  start_ms: 188670\n  end_ms: 192210\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 192210\nplain: |-\n  You gotta do what ya feel\n  Exit planet Venus for a Brooklyn stroll\n  Jazzy fly, nappy things, plaits, and a roll (?)\n  Leaves fumble fallin' down; wind blowin' 'round\n  Dig the layer change, the funkifying sound\n  Mecca, the Ladybug, changin' like seasons\n  Moves I be seein', changes life's reasons\n  On to express the ways that I profess the\n  Swoon unit glow, as I go; Butter flow\n  I take a chance, go against the norm\n  But they used to make advance to my lady form\n  Ok, shall I smack a ghetto punk with the line? (but, Mecca)\n  Ok, slap a meadow (?) punk with a fine\n  I flip this only to the ones who lack respect\n  The rest, just get your ticket pronto and jet, but please...\n  Check out the funk-brown bass, my man\n  This be the medium used by Dig Plans\n  Hit the cosmics like a funkonaut\n  Leave the ladybugs with forget-Funk-nots (?)\n  Black sunflowers, blue be your tulip (?)\n  The sound from the gates, it'll zoom up your room\n  Bugs block spots where Hip Hop be your norm\n  If the Pri is the Kid, the floor's gettin' stormed\n  With the bass in ya face,\n  space is the place\n  Bugs take a stand, goddamn, it's a jam\n  C-note be no uncivilized just\n  Poppin' out the jive in the jazz-causin' rush\n  Can you dig it? My mellow, it's that cool cat sound\n  (Doodlebug, Japrim (?) told that the G be gettin' down)\n  Shit, it's mandatory, so you gots to demand it\n  And if they cannot handle, take a ticket from the Planets and...\n  Man, I ooze that, in the mad degrees\n  With my crew and shit, honey dip, cool breeze\n  Can you dig it? (I'm with it) (Butter, now you know)\n  I know the wig gets the grade out (?)\n  It's fat or else we'd be out\n  Copped the rap bats from these cats out on Bleeker\n  Rejuvenate the plates for my people and they speakers\n  Nietzsche, Rap, make Anita crutch (?)\n  Planets wouldn't allow themselves to grow like such\n  Expressions, sightings, scripting, taught\n  Finest status quo (?) is being an artist in New York\n  Tongues be often fought, clothes be often caught\n  If they call it phat, we just ignore it, like it's pork\n  Planets got them thoughts bloomin' flowers in the dense\n  They said that Rap was Venus (?), so we snuck and hopped the fence\n  Landed in a meadow, glimpsed and saw a shadow\n  Of brothers with guitars, common sense and puffy afros\n  Lucks was getting brazed (?), Paps (?) was getting blazed\n  Feds was crackin' domes\n  but these cats, they wasn't phased\n  In tights grips, yet, their lips was talkin' fun\n  Rhythms and the struggle kinda funneled into one\n  True funk cannot disguise, because the streets have eyes\n  Who's gonna revive the (?) vibe\n  Did it like a Dig Planet, goddammit\n  To get a good kick it, so get a good ticket and...\n"}]