Peace, peace, peace, peace y'all!
(Strange) Real strange, real strange
(An overdose) A nickel bag of funk
(We got beat)
Now move on, move on, yeah
(Hey man, are you ready to go?) Yeah

Boogie jive and rap is life where I'm from
Where I'm from, Ahmed play with Izzy where I'm from
Where I'm from, it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
The kids be rockin' Clarks where I'm from
You turn around your cap, you talk over a beat
And dig some sounds boomin' out a jeep
Where I'm from, cocoons hide the youth, swoon units hundred proof
You want some beef, they will cut you some
Where I'm from, the beats is infinite where I'm from
Voodoo, ashubani, gangsta lean where I'm from
I'm interplanetary, my insect movements vary
It's kinky if it's hair, G, where I'm from
The firehoses blow, it's purple wind and snow
I do a hit and go, split
It's hip, what's hip? When hip is just the norm
'Cause Planets pledge allegiance to the funk in all it's forms
The kinks, the dance, the prints on all the shirts
My grandmother told mama that it's Africa at work
On vibes, we freak, them universal beats
You find it at the spot you hit at ends of every week
We twist, exist, to spin the maddest hits
Up here funk is our neighbor so we paid her a visit
The lip we sit can house the nine zips
For rock we can't do nothin', for this we come equipped
Off disc, off tape, rap blastin' two from eight
The really truly fat, the fly on the flip
Cocoa gotta know, how Planets, gotta roll
Speak the mega cool, get funky as a goal
It's calm, relax, we're only some new jacks
That acts from the funk but don't play the role
Where you from?

(When'd you people start taking an interest in black folks)
Never

Weekend Dig Plans got T's where I'm from
Where I'm from, it's Collins 13 where I'm from
Where I'm from, brothers took the beats and got fly
(Why?) That's most asked by 85, where I'm from
Fakin' the funk you get did
Projects, tenements, pyramids
Where I'm from, we're livin' off the boom boom crack
It's that hip hop rockers jazz when I max
Peace be the greeting of the insect tribe
Pestilent forces can't catch the vibe
We live to love and we love to rock mics
We speak in ghetto tongue 'cause ghetto's the life
Food for thought so get a buffet plate
The lyrics are so fat you might gain weight
So just watch me step alone, into the sunset
Left foot, right foot, one, two, mic check
Brewin' funk inside my soul kitchen
So pull up a chair here's a bit, have a listen
Of hardhead intervene (damn I know you're fluent)
Yeah, 'cause Doodle ain't havin' it and Butterfly knew it
Where you from?

Venus acts a fool at the square, right? (Yeah)
Doctors engineer in apparel, right? (Yeah)
Hip-hop made a point last year, right? (Yeah)
But Planets is the joint this year, right? (Yeah)
Planets got the dubs and live to grass-hop
Duck out from the fuzz, that sweat the hip-hop
Risin' like we foam, get it from the dome
I'm from where the fat beats stretch for mad blocks
We can get a kit, without, no bread
Feelin' funky beats go straight, to the head
Fall into a club, dig on what we love
It be past six, before we reach bed
Butter freaks on relics we say, those are fat
Doodle makin' silk, LaQuan, where it's at?
We need to stack a set, for rap to take a step
So we treat our clips, just like, bustin' caps
Whip it 'til dawn, kick it 'til dawn
Hip-hop is the fix, or else, we be gone
People thought they canned it, rap is not by bandits
Digable Planets got it, goin' on

Everywhere, every every where (every where)
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Everywhere, every every where (every where)

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Craig L. Irving, Harry Wayne Casey, Ishmael R. Butler, Mary Viera, Richard Raymond Finch