Pacifics

Butterfly searching for a relax Pulling from the jazz stacks cause it's Sunday On the air is incense, sounds to the ceiling Tried to get this feeling since Monday Looking out the window watching all the people go Bugging off a funny vibe cause now it seems they're equal Wonder what would Trane say wonder what my pop say Bugging off the calmness in the Apple Who me I'm cooling in New York I'm chilling in New York The hoods is on my block and the brother's at the court The baseball hats is on and the projects is calm Dreamtime's extended and highly recommended But early birds like me's up checking out the scene The early worms jog, forget about your job Just come dig the essence while the decadence is hidden When people act like people, the theory is in pigeon If you know the norm it's like Hades transformed On Sunday's early hours the city sprouts its flowers So get with the rhythms while you getting with the Planets Vibe off the jams but don't take em for granted, just chill We venture through the streets in search of funky beats Extensive is the travels and it's heavy on the sneaks Ye it's kicking out the speakers of the Sunday morning jeepers My man do Planets do it lovely Am I my brother's keeper We foot it to the park where the swoon units walk And sit with the phoenicians digging on musicians Hanging with the rebels sipping on a Snapple Bugging with my crew just tripping in the Apple You be thinking peace when you're vibing with your flock But you be thinking damn everybody got a Glock If you got some beef please express that in silence Or else, violence But right here is the life, it's the children of the concrete Living off the fruits and the functions of the fat beats Hip-hop's all around, the members is growing Please dig on the sounds cause the good vibes they snowing, so chill Wake up, praying that the game's on Maybe it's the Running Rebs, maybe it's the Knicks Maybe it's a rerun of an old TV show Like Hawaii 5-0 or karate flicks Maybe if the phone rings Butterfly will take wings Speaking on some cool things fronting like I cope Born unto flat ground now I'm chilling shaky ground Reaching for Pacific Heights Sunday is my rope, dig it Sunday's to relax Sunday's to relax Some Sunday morning drama is calling up my Mama The hot line is in I guess the ? knew the deal Vibing off the jams of the crews on Sugarhill Lay around and think ain't nothing to do Checking out some Fromm, some Sartre, Camus Mingus' Ah Um, damn Roach can drum The DP's are life, there they go, here they come It's time to grab some loot, put on the Timber boots Checking out some Dali's like Tasha and Kamali New York is a museum with its posters and graffiti If you're in the city on Sunday Come check me, get with me