| Peace, peace, peace y’all
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| Strange
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| Real strange, real strange
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| An overdose, a nickel bag of funk
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| Now move on, move on yeah
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| Hey man are you ready to go
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| Boogie jive and rap is life where I’m from
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| Where I’m from, Ahmed play with Izzy where I’m from
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| Where I’m from, it be like run your coat black
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| Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
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| Where I’m from, nappy hair is life
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| We be reading Marx where I’m from
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| The kids be rocking Clarks where I’m from
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| You turn around your cap, you talk over a beat
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| And dig some sounds booming out a jeep
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| Where I’m from, cocoons hide the youth, swoon units hundred proof
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| You want some beef, they will cut you some where I’m from
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| The beats is infinite where I’m from
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| Voodoo, ashubani, gangsta lean where I’m from
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| I’m interplanetary, my insect movements vary
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| It’s kinky if it’s hair, G where I’m from
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| The fire hoses blow
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| It’s purple when it snow
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| I do a hit and go, split
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| It’s hip, what’s hip
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| When hip is just the norm
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| Cause Planets pledge allegiance to the funk in all its forms
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| The kinks, the dance, the prints in all the shirts
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| My grandmother told my Mama that it’s Africa at work
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| On vibes, we freak, them universal beats
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| You find it at the spot you hit at ends of every week
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| We twist, exist, to spin the maddest hits
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| Up here funk is our neighbour so we paid her a visit
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| The lip we sip can’t house the nine zips
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| For rock we can’t do nothing, for this we come equipped
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| Off disc, off tape, rap blasting til from eight
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| The really truly fat the fly on the flip
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| Cocoa gotta know, how Planets gotta roll
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| Speak the mega cool, get funky as a goal
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| It’s calm, relax, we’re only some new jacks
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| That acts from the funk but don’t play the role
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| Where you from
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| Weekend Dig Plans got T’s where I’m from
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| Where I’m from, it’s Clarence 13 where I’m from
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| Where I’m from, brothers took the beats and got fly
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| (Why?) That’s most asked by 85, where I’m from
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| Faking the funk you get did
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| Projects, tenements, pyramids where I’m from
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| We living off the boom boom crack
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| It’s that hip-hop rockers, jazz when I max
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| Peace be the greeting of the insect tribe
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| Pestilent forces can’t catch the vibe
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| We live to love and we love to rock mics
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| We speak in ghetto tongue cause ghetto’s the life
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| Food for thought so get a buffet plate
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| The lyrics are so fat you might gain weight
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| So just watch me step alone, into the sunset
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| Left foot right foot 1−2 mic check
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| Brewing funk inside my soul kitchen
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| So pull up a chair, here’s a bib, have a listen
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| Of hardhead intervene, damn I know you’re fluent
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| Yeah, cause Doodle ain’t having it and Butterfly knew it
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| Where you from
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| Venus acts a fool at the square right, yeah
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| Doctors engineer in a pair right, yeah
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| Hip-hop made a point last year right, yeah
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| But Planets is the joint this year right, yeah
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| Planets got the dubs and live to grass-hop
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| Duck out from the fuzz, that sweat the hip-hop
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| Rising like we foam, get it from the dome
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| I’m from where the fat beats stretch for mad blocks
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| We can get a kit, without no thread
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| Feeling funky beats go straight to the head
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| Fall into a club, dig on what we love
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| It be past six before we reach bed
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| Butter freaks on relics we say those are fat
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| Doodle, Mecc, and Silk, the quad where it’s at
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| We need to stack a sack, for rap to take us dap
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| So we treat our clips, just like busting caps
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| Rip it till dawn, kick it till dawn
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| Hip-Hop is the fix or else we be gone
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| People thought they canned it
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| Rap is not by bandits
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| Digable Planets got it going on
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| Everywhere, every everywhere, everywhere
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| Everywhere, every everywhere, yeah
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| Everywhere, every everywhere, yeah
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| Everywhere, every everywhere, yeah
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| Everywhere, every everywhere, yeah
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| Everywhere, every everywhere, everywhere
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| Everywhere, every everywhere, yeah
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| Everywhere, every everywhere, yeah |