Last of the Spiddyocks Digable Planets

[Chorus: Butterfly & Ladybug Mecca]
I'm blue mood, y'all (Mood, y'all)
I slive with jive, y'all (Jive, y'all)
I'm actually deep, y'all (Deep, y'all)
Invented time, y'all (Time, y'all)
In ten fourths, y'all (Fourths, y'all)
I pay your cap, y'all (Cap, y'all)
I player late, y'all (Late, y'all)
And draw down too (Down too)
I bust raps, y'all (Raps, y'all)
In love with naps, y'all (Naps, y'all)
The sweet beats, kid (Beats, kid)
I speak my thoughts, y'all (Thoughts, y'all)
I record break y'all (Break y'all)
Don't trust the flag, y'all (Flag, y'all)
I dig the birds, y'all (Birds, y'all)
I'm layin' out now (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Butterfly]
The season's been good like a sweet
I hang out with a gang out Flatbush with cool beats
I found the reverberated shout was goddamn
And questions 'bout the methods, how the Planets made jams
Wallowed through a gang a murk in the interim
A couple times we got jerked, but still invented them
Wicked little kinky joints that got us ghetto weight
And also kept the jazz alive by pullin' off the plates
Maybe only we was hip to stretchin' out the brain
I felt like Bird Parker when I shot it in my vein
I toss these major losses on the Mingus jazzy strum
Flip off into a nod and dig myself a dyin' young
It's like, cool was the bop and the flair
I kicks it to my pools by the nap of the hair
I'm pinnin' Uncle Sam for the death of swingin' quotes
For losin' Bud Powell slidin' over Dizzy's notes
Was it that the rebirth was the birth for new shit, or cool shit?
The jazz power showers from the crew was sure legit
But, hey, present since gone, Hank Mo's gone
They kill the coolest breeze in this land of the free
And it been like that since they lied about they flag
Like all my main mans gave they beats up for skags
So I pops it at your crew like Bu, I did a lid
But I used Lee's Cooker got my buzz around midnight