[Intro]

Here they are

[Verse 1: Butterfly]

The ticky-ticky buzz, the sun wakes the sky

I fumble through my fuzz and buzz Mister I

Tell him scoop the beats in the flying saucer kit

Meet me at the port with the nickel bags and shit

Told my pops I'm out, earthbound with the crew

He said, "Butterfly, may the boogie be with you"

Left my moms a note with these quotes on the trunk

It says, "I split to Earth to resurrect the funk"

A dozen Snapple pops and a little box of eats

Travellin' through space with the funky, funky beats

Stopped at Pluto to cop some petrol

Met some Klingons and got our things on

Cruising Warp Six with Mister Wiggles in the mix

Hendrix passin' P, Star Child get the fix

The saucer shook the heavens with the blooms and the blams

Because when we hit New York, shazam

We droppin' like a comet and this Vulcan tried to Spock it

These Martians tried to do it, but knew they couldn't cop it

The others from our brother planet lands in the flesh

From up in Sector Six, yes, y'all

[Verse 2: Doodlebug, Ladybug, & Both]

And it's good to be here when we landed up on Lex

Stirrin' up the ground with the sound of Doug E. Fresh

And the hard rocking kids that did it for the black

With the Pumas on their feet and the bombers on their back

We learned it and we earned it, so you know you got to hand it

We planned it when we left, how to freak it and to slam it

Add a Ladybug, transformation is complete

For the metamorphosis from the box to the Jeep

And it's good to be here, gettin' fly with the raps

We love it where we from, but we kick it where we at

Bumpin' out with somethin' that pops and transcends

DPs, baby, it's slim, but not thin

In amongst the pebbles, we rocks on your blocks

Soakin' in the ghetto for kids that have not

Slappin' on some skin, when we slam, check the cheers

So we greet their virgin ears with a kiss

It's so good to be here

[Bridge: All]

We jazz up the streets to prove we have beats

Fat jazz, fat styles, and the sound so sweet

And there ain't no doubt that you got to check

Doodle, Silk, Butter, Mecc

It's so good to be here

[Verse 4: Butterfly]

Yeah, baby, that's the style

The jazz can fill a club or papers by the pile

Just ask toy soldier, toy soldier could have told you

At the boomin' funk hut, it was the afro with the butt

So to the flam lovers that crowd in dark spots

To see 'em kick that lingo and grip that little crotch

Now we have arrived with crazy boogie sounds

Get yourself a mate, today's to boogie down

This is all we know, you feel it when we slams

You can hear the love, it comes out in our jams

The hip-hop digging cats just delivering the words

From the ghetto-dwelling youth, to the bourgies in the burbs

[Outro: All]

And it's good to be here, it's good to be here

It's good to be here, yeah, it's good to be here

It's good to be here, it's good to be here

It's good to be here, yeah, it's good

[Skit: Butterfly, Ladybug]

Good evening, insects

Humans too

The Cocoon Club is pleased to present to you tonight, a new band

Straight from Sector Six

And the colorful ghettos of outer space

They're some weird motherfuckers, but they do jazz it up

So let's bring 'em out here, yeah

Uh, thank you, thank you, word, cross

Ever since I was a caterpillar I dreamed of, you know, slamming up Earth, so we're gonna try to do it tonight

Let me introduce you to the insects, the players to you

On life, my main man, this cat is bad, check him out

C-Know, the Doodlebug, alright

On wide grooves, Silkworm

On vibes— What? What?

Yo, chill, man

I don't even know you, man, what you talking about?

Yo, bring it back, bring it back, right now

Yeah, as I was saying, on vibes, waves, and feelings, the Ladybug, Miss Mecc, yeah

Yeah, on P's and pleasing poetry

And on thoughts and tongue, and a little bit of actions, yours truly, Mister Butterfly

The mind is time, the mind is space

A horn rush, a bass flush, for minds to taste

So sit back, enjoy the set

Yeah

The mind is time, the mind is space

A horn rush, a bass flush, for minds to taste

The mind is time, the mind is space

A horn rush, a bass flush—