Jimmi Diggin’ Cats Digable Planets

[Intro: Butterfly, Mecca & Doodlebug]
Yo, everybody's goin' retro, right?
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And I was thinking
If the '60s and '70s were now
Isaac Hayes would have his own 900 number
I know, and MC Hammer woulda been a pimp, right?
Yo, and Jimi? Jimi woulda dug us, right?
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[Verse 1: Butterfly]
Get yours, float up to the stars
Planets hits a spot 'bout six blocks east of Mars
Air-sole kicks and crushed velvet hats
Hanging off the ave with the beautifulest naps
Ride in the crest with the blessed, give a yes
Planets kinda funky as if you hadn't guessed
Placebos getting blocked, funky joints get rocked
Jive is not found, we fly from the flesh
Whether Jeep or 'Lac
Peak you as you been there and float to them raps
Butterfly's planets for the jam eight-tracks
From the '90 tops with the twists and plaits
Look beneath my hat
Find the braids that hit ya, metro quite equipped
Knows of all the funk that was laid in seven zips
Funk is phat, homie, homie, don't you know me?
Cool is back, give some skin, lay it on me
Groovy you could call it, hip, yeah, you could call we
Ficky sticky fingers stuck us, loot junkies
If you digging rhyme, then you digging rap
Jimi's digging this and we be digging that
Yeah