Appointment At The Fat Clinic

[Butterfly]
 Smooth to the ooze came Butter
 Try to gank my style and I'll hip you to the heater
 At the speed of bop grew the hard rock
 You can ask my dads Chairman Mao comrades
 Squattin' at they pads
 Diggin' on the jazz that's the half of it
 Uncle Sam showed us all his space we refuted it
 Told him that ghetto is the aim, let go of my brain
 Then we changed your boogie cause your boogie had to change
 [Ladybug]
 Caught a fat chat with a cat where I'm from
 Flipping mad tracks on a love child Nickel Bag
 Ah Mecca much jive and a jazz touch
 With a straight no chase, a Dig Plan erase
 Snatch an acid insect changed her dialect
 {Kept it}
 Mr. Doodlebug come tight with a ticket
 Said we couldn't drip it
 Came in and we kicked it with a glass of water on the rocks
 Nip it
 [Doodlebug]
 Jazz, in the last 5 years has progressed in its fits
 And starts of sudden discoveries and
 Startled reactions. New principles, new sounds,
 New rhythms and harmonies have been advanced with unusual frequency.
 Not surprisingly, many of the younger musicians have been quietly digesting
 This information almost as quiuckly as it has appeared.
 As a result, they've acquired a degree of
 Musical sophistication which supersedes many of the previous standards of excellence.
 So it's no longer especially relevant to ask the young saxophone player,
 For example, to demonstrate his ability by running through all the Charlie Parker licks.
 [Ladybug]
 Come little hoods peep out the eyelids
 Stash a fat gat cause the loops let you dig
 With a Bloom Swoon and a Full Moon
 Mecca Bug no fake takes we let alone baits
 Pitchin' up your cakes might cause a horn rush but then a bass flush
 Meta more emphasis as I trip this Butter bug pour it out the mouth
 [Butterfly]
 O.K. floater to the order don't we wreck before we split
 From the chaos came the fattest little shit
 By the soak of it at the point of hammer click
 You could either read a little Marx or hang with Spiddyocks
 When the bass faces fix the deepest cuts they're the sickest
 Then we just make you think you boomed with a quickness
 This is what's the haps when I go to do my smack
 Cause the word got around about three cool cats