Ya gotta do what you feel
Exit Planet Venus for a Brooklyn stroll
Jazzy fly naps, hands clap to a roll
Leaves fumble falling down, wind blowin' round
Dig the layer change, the funkifying sound
Mecca the Ladybug changing like seasons
Moves I be seeing changes life's reasons
The ways that I can flex the Swoon Unit glow
I take a chance, go against the norm
But then you still make advance to my lady form
O.K. shall I smack a ghetto punk with the line
O.K. smack a meadow punk with the fine
I slip this only to the ones who lack respect, the rest
Just get your ticket pronto and jet but please
Check out the funk brown babies my man
This be the medium used by Dig Plans
Hit the cosmics like a funkanaut
Leave the ladybugs with forget-funk-nots
Black sunflowers bloom be a tune
If the sound's from the Digs it'll zoom up your room
Bugs flock spots where Hip Hop be a norm
If Capri is the Kid, the floor's gettin' stormed
With the bass in your face, space is the place
Bugs take the stand, God damn it's the jam
Cee-Know be no uncivilised just
Popping out the jive and the jazz causing rush
Can you dig it? My mellow it's that cool cat sound
{Doodlebug, Japreme told me that the Gee be gettin' down}
Shit that's mandatory so you gots to demand it
And if they cannot help, here's a ticket to the Planets so
Man I doos that in the mad degrees
With my and crew and shit honey dip cool breeze can you dig it?