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Examination of What

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One day while I was sipping some groove juice

I realized that in the span of time we're just babies

It's all relative, time is unreal

We're just babies, we're just babies, man

We're just babies, we're just babies, man

We're just babies, we're just babies, man

We're just babies, we're just babies, manEvery man's a planet and the props are there to get it

Insects roll together with the spirit in our orbit

Life, it comes and goes and you do not punch a clock

I don't take shit for granted, I think of Scott la rock

Also of tyreo and battles at the borders

My cousins in the joint and the homeless grippin' quarters

The forests are all shrinking, this deepens to my thinkin

Don't cover up the nappy, be happy witcha kinkin'Dwellin', yes, you're dwellin' as the norm is itty-bitty

Figure eighty-fifty for a smidgen of the city

In the Serengeti, be ready for a box

But beware of the shanks and the pistols and the glocks

If your peoples don't getcha, you still ain't off clean

The politicians' mask is worse than Halloween

I write the funky scripts so you know I got to kick 'em

Now tell me who's the vice and tell me who's the victimSo what is really what, is really what

If the funk don't move your butt

And if the box don't make you hot

And if the cats don't dig the raps

If your life ain't got no spice

Or if the guns just wreck your fun

Or if some shouts ain't in the house

Or if your crew ain't down with youPeace, this is Mecca the ladybug

And I'm sayin' though, what is really what

If I can't even get comfortable

Because the supreme court is like

All in my uterus?Peace, this is Cee-Know of the doodlebug

And I wanna say, what is what if

You can't walk through your hood

With Bert, Ernie and Sesame Street

Mossies trying to give the snuffleupagusMy father taught me jazz, all the peoples and the anthems

Ate peanuts with the dizz and vibe with Lionel Hampton

Now I'm swimming deep in the hip-hop with eclectics

Now do we got the power or is it getting hectic?

Scribble swings the paddle at the mantel where I placed it

Hip-hop grew from roots but some emcees never traced it

The old jacks buck wild and some babies bore their fists

But the crew from outer space is here shitWe grew up digging styles of the fabulous fifth Freddy

And scoping out for days crazy legs and rock steady

Now bleach is in the laundry, same old beats is handy

The label may okay it but radio won't play it

The censors are about so watch your mouth close your drapes

The legs that's in the boots is on the corner, watch your tape

Making papes off the crust, for money and for lust

You're playing out the planets get slammed, trustYou think it, see it, run it and slam it

They peep it, hear it, lynch it and ban it

It just ain't the haps if they know they can't control it

Your grass be in the joint but they licked it and rolled it

So what?I'm saying what is really what

If the funk don't rule your cut?

Or if the streets don't dig your beats

Or if my man ain't fifty grand?

Or if the hoods don't think you're good?

Or if your church don't really work

Or if the pigs wanna knock your wigs

Or if the jeeps don't roll with beats'Cause butterfly is baby, I'm just a baby, man

I'm just a baby, I'm just a baby, man

I'm just a baby, I'm just a baby, manAnd Mister Doodle? I'm just a baby too

And Miss Mecca I'm just a baby, man

And Mister Silk, he's just a baby, too

And 801s, they just babies, man

And Miss Venus, she's just a baby, man

The AC-facts, they just a babies, man

And DPS, they just a babies, tooOh and, Dash, she's just a baby, man

Danny and Dani, they are my babies, man

Oh and Liz, she's just a baby, man

Oh and Stella, she's just a baby, too

Doc Shane, he's just a baby, man

Mike Mann, he's just my main man

And doctor Timba, he's just a baby, man

And Nappy Jackie, she's just a baby, too

Benefi-Cent, he's just a baby, man

Oh, and you? you're just a baby, man

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