[Intro]

You gotta

You gotta

You gotta

You gotta

[Chorus]

You gotta do what ya feel, do what ya feel

Do what ya feel, yeah, do what ya feel

Do what ya feel, do what ya feel

Do what ya feel, yeah, do what ya feel

Do what ya feel, do what ya feel

Do what ya feel, yeah, do what ya feel

Do what ya feel, do what ya feel

If it's real

[Verse 1: Ladybug Mecca]

Exit planet Venus for a Brooklyn stroll

Jazzy fly, nappy things, plaits to a roll

Leaves fumble falling down, wind blowing 'round

Dig the layer change, the funkifying sound

Mecca, the Ladybug, changing like seasons

Moves I be seeing, changes life's reasons

On to express the ways that I profess the

Swoon unit glow, as I go, Butter flow

I take a chance, go against the norm

But they used to make advance to my lady form

Okay, shall I smack a ghetto punk with the line?

(But, Mecca) Okay, slap a meadow punk with a fine

I flip this only to the ones who lack respect

The rest, just get your ticket pronto and jet, but please

[Chorus]

Do what ya feel, do what ya feel

Do what ya feel, yeah, do what ya feel

Do what ya feel, do what ya feel

If it's real

[Verse 2: Doodlebug]

Check out the funk-brown bass, my man

This be the medium used by Dig Plans

Hit the cosmics like a funkonaut

Leave the ladybugs with forget-Funk-nots

Black sunflowers, broom be your tomb

If sound from the Digs, it'll zoom up your room

Bugs block spots where hip-hop be your norm

If Capri is the Kid, the floor's gettin' stormed

With the bass in ya face (What?)

Space is the place (Uh)

Bugs take a stand, goddamn, it's a jam (Yeah)

C-note be no uncivilized just

Poppin' out the jive in the jazz-causing rush

Can you dig it? My mellow, it's that cool cat sound

(Doodlebug, Japrim told me that the G be gettin' down)

Shit, that's mandatory, so you gots to demand it

And if they cannot help, here's a ticket to the Planets so

[Chorus]

Do what ya feel, do what ya feel

Do what ya feel, yeah, do what ya feel

Do what ya feel, do what ya feel

If it's real

[Verse 3: Butterfly]

Man, I ooze that, in the mad degrees

With my crew and shit, honey dip, cool breeze

Can you dig it? (I'm with it)

(Butter, now you know)

I know the wig gets the grade out, it's fat or else we'd be out

Copped the rap bats from these cats out on Bleeker (Uh-huh, okay)

Rejuvenate the plates for my peoples and they speakers

Nietzsche, Rap, make Anita crutch (Uh-huh)

Planets wouldn't allow themselves to grow like such (Okay)

Expressions, sightings, scripting, taught

Finest status quo is being an artist in New York

Tongues be often forked, clothes be often caught

If they call it fad, we just ignore it like it's pork (Okay)

Planets got them thoughts blooming flowers in the dense (Yeah)

They said the grass was greener so we snuck and hopped the fence (Uh)

Landed in a meadow (Uh)

Glimpsed and saw a shadow (Okay)

Of brothers with guitars, common sense and puffy afros (Yeah)

Lucks was getting brazed (What?)

Paps was getting blazed

Feds was cracking domes, but these cats, they wasn't phased

In tight grips, yet their lips was talkin' fun

Rhythms and the struggle kinda funneled into one

True funk cannot disguise, because the streets have eyes

Who's gonna revive? Well, us and delic vibe

Did it like a Dig Planet, goddammit

To get a good kick it, suggest ya get ya ticket and

[Chorus]

Do what ya feel, do what ya feel

Do what ya feel, yeah, do what ya feel

Do what ya feel, do what ya feel

If it's real