Digable Planets — Rebirth of Slick Cool Like Dat

[Verse 1: Butterfly] We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids Us floor rush when the DJ's booming classics You, dig the crew on the fattest hip-hop records He touch the kinks and sinks into the sounds She frequents the fattest joints caught underground Our funk zooms like you hit the Mary Jane They flock to booms man boogie had to change Who freaks the clips with mad amount percussion Where kinky hair goes to unthought-of dimensions Why's it so fly? 'Cause hip-hop kept some drama When Butterfly rocked his light blue-suede Pumas What by the cut we push it off the corner How was the buzz entire hip hop era Was fresh and fat since they started saying outtie 'Cause funks made fat from right beneath my hoodie The poobah of the styles like Miles and shit Like sixties funky worms with waves and perms Just sendin' junky rhythms right down ya block We be to rap what key be to lock [Hook] But I'm cool like dat I'm cool like dat I'm cool like dat I'm cool like dat I'm cool like dat I'm cool like dat I'm cool like dat I'm cool [Verse 2: Ladybug] We be the chocolates taps on my raps She innovates at the sweeter cat naps He at the funk club with the vibrate Them they be crazy down with the five Nat' It can kick a plan then a crowd burst Me I be digging it with a bump verse Us we be freaking til dawn blinks an eye He gives the strangest smile so I say hi (wassup) Who understood, yeah understood the plans Him heard a beat and put it to his hands What I just flip let borders get loose How to consume or they'll be just like juice If it's the shit we'll lift it off the plastic The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic Pimp playing shock it don't matter I'm fatter Ask Butta how I zone (man, Cleopatra Jones) [Hook] And I'm chill like dat I'm chill like dat I'm chill like dat I'm chill like dat I'm chill like dat I'm chill like dat I'm chill like dat I'm chill [Bridge: All] Blink..blink..blink..blink..blink..blink..blink.... Think..think..think..think..think..think..think... [Verse 3: Doodlebug] We getcha free 'cause the clips be fat boss Them, they're the jams and commence to going off She sweats the beat and ask me 'cause she puffed it Me, I got crew kids seven and a crescent Us cause a buzz when the nickel bags are dealt Him, that's my man with the asteroid belt They catch a fizz from the Mr. Doodle-big He rocks a tee from the Crooklyn nine-pigs The rebirth of slick like my gangsta stroll The lyrics just like loot come in stacks and rolls You used to find a Bug in a box with fade Now he boogies up your stage plaits twist or braids [Hook] And I'm peace like dat I'm peace like dat I'm peace like dat I'm peace like dat I'm peace like dat I'm peace like dat I'm peace like dat I'm peace [Outro: Butterfly, Ladybug, and Doodlebug] Check it out man I groove like dat I'm smooth like dat I jive like dat I roll like dat Yeah I'm thick like dat I stack like dat I'm down like dat I'm black like dat Well yo I funk like dat I'm phat like dat I'm in like dat 'Cause I swing like dat We jazz like dat We freak like dat We zoom like dat We out, we out...