It's Good To Be Here (Digable Planets)

the ticky ticky buzz the sun winks the sky i fumble through my fuzz and buzz mr. i tell him scoop the beats in the flying saucer kit meet me at the port with the nickel bags and shit tell 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 a trunk it says i split to earth to resurrect the funk a dozen snapple pops and a little box of beats travellin through space with the funky funky beats stopped at pluto to cop some petrol met some klingons and got our things on cruisin warp 6 with mr. wiggles in the mix hendrix passin peas 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 6 yes y'all 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 rockin kids that did it for the black with the pumas on their feet and the barmas on their back we learned 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 we jazz up the streets to prove we have beats fat jazz fat style and the sound so sweet and there ain't no doubt that you got to check doodle, silk, butter, mec it's so good to be here yeah baby that's the style the jazz can fill a club or papers by the pile just ask toy soldier, toy soldier could of told you at the boomin funk hut it was the afro with the butt so to the flam lovers that crowd in dark spots so see em kick the 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 we feel it when we slams you could hear the love, it comes out in our jams the hiphop diggin cats just deliverin the words from the ghetto-dwellin youth to the bourgies in the burbs and it's good to be here