[Intro: Butterfly, Mecca & Doodlebug]

Yo, everybody's goin' retro, right?

Word

And I was thinking

If the '60s and '70s were now

Isaac Hayes would have his own 900 number

I know, and MC Hammer woulda been a pimp, right?

Yo, and Jimi? Jimi woulda dug us, right?

Word

[Verse 1: Butterfly]

Get yours, float up to the stars

Planets hits a spot 'bout six blocks east of Mars

Air-sole kicks and crushed velvet hats

Hanging off the ave with the beautifulest naps

Ride in the crest with the blessed, give a yes

Planets kinda funky as if you hadn't guessed

Placebos getting blocked, funky joints get rocked

Jive is not found, we fly from the flesh

Whether Jeep or 'Lac

Peak you as you been there and float to them raps

Butterfly's planets for the jam eight-tracks

From the '90 tops with the twists and plaits

Look beneath my hat

Find the braids that hit ya, metro quite equipped

Knows of all the funk that was laid in seven zips

Funk is phat, homie, homie, don't you know me?

Cool is back, give some skin, lay it on me

Groovy you could call it, hip, yeah, you could call we

Ficky sticky fingers stuck us, loot junkies

If you digging rhyme, then you digging rap

Jimi's digging this and we be digging that

Yeah

[Bridge: Jimi Hendrix, Butterfly, Ladybug & Doodlebug]

The song is by some groovy cats

If you can dig the cats, you can dig the song

Yo, the Black Panthers woulda had their own cartoon, right?

I know and eight-track Walkmans, right?

True, The Jackson 5 woulda had dreads

Word, my man Tito would look fly, right?

Word, and Jimi woulda dug Dig Planets for real, word

[Verse 2: Butterfly]

Planets busting out of this L7 square

Check out the wares, check out the hairs

Sweetback chills with Shaft on the ave

Jimi's digging cats and that's just the half

Where'd they find the stuff to freak it like a wizard?

Slick just like a lizard, really weird, or is it?

It's just the logic from how we rocks it

Pop shock picks it up and drops its

We, the synthesis of then and now melts

Channeled to the masses by a DJ and some felts

Long-haired hippies, afro Blacks

All get together 'cross the tracks

Because when we shows up, rhythm rolls up

Funk cannot be measured while the pleasure grows up

Life ain't what it seems, life is but a dream

Planets wreaking havoc is as constant as the rain

Yeah

[Outro: Digable Planets & Jimi Hendrix]

Jimi's digging cats, Jimi's digging cats

Jimi's digging cats, Jimi's digging cats

Jimi's digging cats, Jimi's digging cats

Jimi's digging cats, Jimi's digging cats

The song is by some groovy cats

If you can dig the cats, you can dig the song

Yeah, I can really dig the way the cats, uh, get down with the sound as it is today

The way they're bringing it all together, they're cool

Brothers are doin' it right

And they're paying good respect to the masters

I can dig it

Exactly the way it should be

Yeah