What Cool Breezes Do

You gotta do what ya feel
 Exit planet Venus for a Brooklyn stroll
 Jazzy fly, nappy things, plaits, and a roll (?)
 Leaves fumble fallin' down; wind blowin' 'round
 Dig the layer change, the funkifying sound
 Mecca, the Ladybug, changin' like seasons
 Moves I be seein', changes life's reasons
 On to express the ways that I profess the
 Swoon unit glow, as I go; Butter flow
 I take a chance, go against the norm
 But they used to make advance to my lady form
 Ok, shall I smack a ghetto punk with the line? (but, Mecca)
 Ok, slap a meadow (?) punk with a fine
 I flip this only to the ones who lack respect
 The rest, just get your ticket pronto and jet, but please...
 Check out the funk-brown bass, my man
 This be the medium used by Dig Plans
 Hit the cosmics like a funkonaut
 Leave the ladybugs with forget-Funk-nots (?)
 Black sunflowers, blue be your tulip (?)
 The sound from the gates, it'll zoom up your room
 Bugs block spots where Hip Hop be your norm
 If the Pri is the Kid, the floor's gettin' stormed
 With the bass in ya face,
 space is the place
 Bugs take a stand, goddamn, it's a jam
 C-note be no uncivilized just
 Poppin' out the jive in the jazz-causin' rush
 Can you dig it? My mellow, it's that cool cat sound
 (Doodlebug, Japrim (?) told that the G be gettin' down)
 Shit, it's mandatory, so you gots to demand it
 And if they cannot handle, take a ticket from the Planets and...
 Man, I ooze that, in the mad degrees
 With my crew and shit, honey dip, cool breeze
 Can you dig it? (I'm with it) (Butter, now you know)
 I know the wig gets the grade out (?)
 It's fat or else we'd be out
 Copped the rap bats from these cats out on Bleeker
 Rejuvenate the plates for my people and they speakers
 Nietzsche, Rap, make Anita crutch (?)
 Planets wouldn't allow themselves to grow like such
 Expressions, sightings, scripting, taught
 Finest status quo (?) is being an artist in New York
 Tongues be often fought, clothes be often caught
 If they call it phat, we just ignore it, like it's pork
 Planets got them thoughts bloomin' flowers in the dense
 They said that Rap was Venus (?), so we snuck and hopped the fence
 Landed in a meadow, glimpsed and saw a shadow
 Of brothers with guitars, common sense and puffy afros
 Lucks was getting brazed (?), Paps (?) was getting blazed
 Feds was crackin' domes
 but these cats, they wasn't phased
 In tights grips, yet, their lips was talkin' fun
 Rhythms and the struggle kinda funneled into one
 True funk cannot disguise, because the streets have eyes
 Who's gonna revive the (?) vibe
 Did it like a Dig Planet, goddammit
 To get a good kick it, so get a good ticket and...