| Butterfly searching for a relax
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| Pulling from the jazz stacks cause it’s Sunday
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| On the air is incense, sounds to the ceiling
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| Tried to get this feeling since Monday
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| Looking out the window watching all the people go
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| Bugging off a funny vibe cause now it seems they’re equal
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| Wonder what would Trane say wonder what my pop say
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| Bugging off the calmness in the Apple
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| Who me I’m cooling in New York
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| I’m chilling in New York
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| The hoods is on my block and the brother’s at the court
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| The baseball hats is on and the projects is calm
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| Dreamtime’s extended and highly recommended
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| But early birds like me’s up checking out the scene
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| The early worms jog, forget about your job
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| Just come dig the essence while the decadence is hidden
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| When people act like people, the theory is in pigeon
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| If you know the norm it’s like Hades transformed
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| On Sunday’s early hours the city sprouts its flowers
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| So get with the rhythms while you getting with the Planets
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| Vibe off the jams but don’t take em for granted, just chill
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| New York is red hot, New York is red hot
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| New York is red hot, New York is red hot
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| (We venture through the streets in search of funky beats)
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| Doodlebug: Extensive is the travels and it’s heavy on the sneaks
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| L: Yeah it’s kicking out the speakers of the Sunday morning jeepers
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| (My man do Planets do it lovely?)
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| Doodlebug: Am I my brother’s keeper?
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| (We foot it to the park where the swoon units walk)
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| Ladybug: And sit with the phoenicians digging on musicians
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| Doodlebug: Hanging with the rebels sipping on a Snapple
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| (Bugging with my crew just tripping in the Apple)
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| Ladybug: You be thinking peace when you’re vibing with your flock
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| Doodlebug: But you be thinking damn everybody got a Glock
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| (If you got some beef please express that in silence
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| Or else… violence)
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| Ladybug: But right here is the life, it’s the children of the concrete
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| (Living off the fruits and the functions of the fat beats)
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| Doodlebug: Hip-hop's all around, the members is growing
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| (Please dig on the sounds cause the good vibes they snowing, so chill)
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| New York is red hot, New York is red hot
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| New York is red hot, New York is red hot
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| New York is red hot, New York is red hot
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| New York is red hot, New York is red hot
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| Wake up, praying that the game’s on
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| Maybe it’s the Runnin' Rebs, maybe it’s the Knicks
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| Maybe it’s a rerun of an old TV show
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| Like Hawaii 5−0 or karate flicks
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| Maybe if the phone rings Butterfly will take wings
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| Speaking on some cool things fronting like I cope
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| Born unto flat ground now I’m chilling shaky ground
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| Reaching for Pacific Heights Sunday is my rope, dig it
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| Sunday’s to relax
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| Sunday’s to relax
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| Some Sunday morning drama is calling up my Mama
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| The hot line is in I guess the silvers knew the deal
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| Vibing off the jams of the crews on Sugarhill
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| Lay around and think ain’t nothing to do
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| Checking out some Fromm, some Sartre, Camus
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| Mingus' Ah Um, damn Roach can drum
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| The DP’s are life, there they go, here they come
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| It’s time to grab some loot, put on the Timber boots
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| Checking out some dollies like Tasha and Kamali
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| New York is a museum with its posters and graffiti
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| If you’re in the city on Sunday
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| Come check me, get with me
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| New York is red hot, New York is red hot
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| New York is red hot, New York is red hot
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| New York is red hot, New York is red hot
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| New York is red hot, New York is red hot
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| New York is red hot, New York is red hot
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| New York is red hot, New York is red hot
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| New York is red hot, New York is red hot |