Pacifics - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Butterfly & Ladybug]

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

[Refrain]

New York is red hot

[Verse 2: Butterfly, Doodlebug, and Ladybug]

We venture through the streets in search of funky beats

Extensive is the travels and it's heavy on the sneaks

Yeah, 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

[Refrain]

New York is red hot

New York is red hot (One)

New York is red hot (Two)

New York is red hot (Three)

New York is red hot (Four)

New York is red hot

[Verse 3: Butterfly]

Wake up, praying that the game's on, maybe it's the Runnin' Rebs, maybe it's the Knicks

Maybe it's a rerun of an old TV show like Hawaii Five-O 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

Some Sunday morning drama is calling up my mama

The hotline is in, I guess the silvers 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 dollies 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

[Outro]

New York is red hot

Red hot

New York is red hot

Red hot