Califlower (Spiddyocks Go West)

[Butterfly & Ladybug]
You can't fake (Can't fake)
You can't fly (Can't fly)
You can't move (Can't move)
You can't rush this (You can't rush this)
You can't gank (Can't gank)
You can't run (You can't run)
You can't walk (Can't walk)
You catch a check beat (Catch a check beat)
You can't jump (Can't jump)
We make space, yeah (Space, yeah)
We boom bass, yeah (Bass, yeah)
It's like sweet jazz (Sweet jazz)
You can't play (Can't play)
You can't bump for yours (???)
We cosmic bop (Bop)
Okay, dig me out

[Butterfly]
The season's been hot like a gat
The wicked little cut?? was like this and like that
Then on 62nd they was fittin' to peel my buss
They ask me what's my set, man I'm banging for my cuts
In Brooklyn, smooth for a spot in your trunk
Baby to the jazz givin' licks that Planet bump
When I flew to earth, I was seven right at birth
From bebop to hip, I drank my milk to Birk's works

My crew boppin' like Bird's sweeter licks
Plus, buckin' like a G to get our grips
And in Crooklyn gettin' space cause we coolie
Or rollin' with my dogs around Cali
Bow

Dig the coolest breeze take aim at rain storms
Fly boy Butter turns solid when drains form
When we played it was still '96 in the shade
My hair was growin' too long, so I got me some braids
Phat braids

[Ladybug & Butterfly]
You can't pass (Pass)
We don't rush it (Rush it)
It ain't quick kid (Quick kid)
And it's on this (On this)
We pack kicks y'all (Kicks ya'll)
We stacks thick ya'll (Thick ya'll)
We move smooth too (Smooth too)
And imma stab now (Go)

[Ladybug]
The season's been shit like the time
Talks by the flag 'bout my cool cat vibe, damn
Throwing out they lips on the trash
And couldn't get? a reason why my playas half passed
Diggin on traps but they couldn't love the naps
I was on the corner 65 wit mr. shaft??
Checkin' out that Africa brass was it hip?
Butterfly and I caught the lid and took a lip
Sat back and felt the cool taps of blue 'Trane
Walkin' from inside only we could touch the pain
Like the 801s with their ?? on they deck
They probably catch a wreck who ???
It's all I meant to claim with the bop and the hop
For slippin out the fades is a not 'less we pop
We strechin' out our neck with a cut from the heart
So keep it in the head 'bout this swarm and this art

[Butterfly]
The season's been cool like the snow
The chronic was bionic so on with the flow
They couldn't puncture space 'cause we spend it on the rhyme
They couldn't fade the time cause the ticks was by the mind
Well, G rides bangin' to they peak
Do they little dirt while we sweeten up the beats
Ain't no honeys phat as Mecha on the mix
Try to make a film and we'll send you to the 6 quick!
Then we caught a fam when we went to wreck our jam
Love and boobie?? know that we should of swung the hands
For the slip slide glide nappy pride watch my kits
They come from other sectors to watch us do this shit
And we do this shit

[Doodlebug]
(space is the place, yea)
To the break of dawn, yea 93 and on
Boogie up your place sector 6 in outer space
Lickin out the jazz while the beats is always bad
Dig the hard rock with the booms from your block
Yeah hardcore rap music what is it if it's not straight from the heart
True!
Hmm, let me tell you
The Digable Planets we're purveyors of true music
Word is born, word is born
Speak on it brother
Yo, we comin' about jazz music
That's our first love
Hip hop is an extension of that love
So what can we be, but nothing but hardcore music lovers
Givin' you what we know best
And givin' it you straight from the heart
Straight from sector 6 to the color full ghettos in outer space
This is that the dig plans is all about
Check check it out
Butterfly, hardcore
Ladybug, hardcore
Doodlebug, hardcore
Digable Planets