The baseball hats is on and the projects is calm
The DP's are life there they go here they come
We venture through the streets in search of funky beats
Maybe if the phone rings butterfly will take wings
On the air is incense sounds to the ceiling
Just come dig the essence while the decadence is hidden
Extensive is the travels and it's heavy on the sneaks
Please dig on the sounds cause the good vibes they snowin
Checkin out some frommes, some satre, camus
Reachin for pacific heights sunday is my rope - dig it
Maybe it's the Runnin' Rebs, maybe it's the Knicks
When people act like people the theory?
But early birds like me's up checkin out the scene
Buggin with my crew just trippin in the Apple
Or else - violence
Born under flat ground now I'm chillin shaky ground
My man do planets do it lovely?
Checking out some dollies/dali's like tasha and kamali
Who me I'm coolin in NY, I'm chillin in NY
Like hawaii 5-0 or karate flicks
And sit with the phoenicians diggin on musicians
If you know the norm it's like Hades transformed
Tried to get this feelin since Monday
Hip-Hop's all around the members is growin
Am I my brother's keeper?
Buggin off the calmness in the Apple
Wonder what would 'trane say wonder what my pop say
Wake up, prayin' that the game's on
It's time to grab some loot put on the timber boots
Mingus's Ah Um, damn Roach can drum
Some Sunday morning drama is callin up my mama
Lookin out the window watchin all the people go
Dreamtime's extended - and highly recommended
The hot line is in I guess the ? knew the deal
But right here is the life it's the children of the concrete
The hoods is on my block and the brothers at the court
Lay around and think ain't nothin to do
Ye it's kickin out the speakers of the sunday morning jeepers
Buggin off a funny vibe cause now it seems they're equal
Sunday's to relax
But you be thinkin damn everybody's got a glock
If you got some beef please express that in silence
Hangin with the rebels sippin on a Snapple
NY is a museum with its posters and graffiti
You be thinkin peace when you're vibin with your flock
On sunday's early hours the city sprouts its flowers
Vibe off the jams but don't take them for granted
So get with the rhythms while you gettin with the planets
Speakin on some cool things frontin like I cope
If you're in the city on Sunday
We foot it to the park where the swoon units walk
Livin off the fruits and the functions of the fat beats
Vibin off the jams of the crews on Sugarhill
The early worms jog, forget about your job
Maybe it's a rerun of an old tv show
