Lyrics:

[butterfly]

one day..while I was sipping some groove juice I realised..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 (x 4)



every man's a planet and the props are there to get it

insects roll together with the spirit in our orbit

life, it comes & goes and you do not punch a clock

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

also of tyrel 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-fitty for a smidgen of the city

in the serengetti, 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 Hallowe'en

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

now tell me who's the vics and tell me who's the victim



chorus [butterfly]



what is really 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 you



[ladybug]

peace, 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?!



[doodlebug]

peace, this is cee-know the doodlebug and I wanna say, what is what if

you can't walk through your hood with bert, ernie and sesame street

mossie trying to give the snuffleupagus.



[butterfly]

my father taught me jazz, all the peoples and the anthems

ate peanuts with the dizz and vibed with lionel hampton

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

now do we gots 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 oldjacks buckwild and some babies bore their fists

but the crew from outer space is here.....SHIT

we grew up digging styles of the fabulous fifth freddy

and scoping out for days crazy legs and rocksteady

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, trust!

you 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 sayin, what?!



chorus [butterfly]



what is really what is really 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



[butterfly]

cause butterfly is..baby, I'm just a baby, man

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

and 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, too

oh 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, man

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