But the crew from outer space is here shit
With Bert, Ernie and Sesame Street
All in my uterus?
We're just babies, we're just babies, man
Or if your crew ain't down with you
My father taught me jazz, all the peoples and the anthems
The politicians' mask is worse than Halloween
We grew up digging styles of the fabulous fifth Freddy
Or if the streets don't dig your beats
If your peoples don't getcha, you still ain't off clean
And if the cats don't dig the raps
I'm just a baby, I'm just a baby, man
If your life ain't got no spice
Mossies trying to give the snuffleupagus
I don't take shit for granted, I think of Scott la rock
The forests are all shrinking, this deepens to my thinkin
The label may okay it but radio won't play it
If I can't even get comfortable
Now tell me who's the vice and tell me who's the victim
Peace, this is Mecca the ladybug
Doc Shane, he's just a baby, man
The censors are about so watch your mouth close your drapes
Figure eighty-fifty for a smidgen of the city
Because the supreme court is like
I'm saying what is really what
Now do we got the power or is it getting hectic?
I write the funky scripts so you know I got to kick 'em
In the Serengeti, be ready for a box
Now bleach is in the laundry, same old beats is handy
Or if the hoods don't think you're good?
If the funk don't rule your cut?
Also of tyreo and battles at the borders
Oh and Liz, she's just a baby, man
We're just babies, we're just babies, man
The AC-facts, they just a babies, man
Benefi-Cent, he's just a baby, man
Hip-hop grew from roots but some emcees never traced it
Your grass be in the joint but they licked it and rolled it
And Nappy Jackie, she's just a baby, too
It just ain't the haps if they know they can't control it
And I'm sayin' though, what is really what
And Mister Doodle? I'm just a baby too
Or if the pigs wanna knock your wigs
Mike Mann, he's just my main man
And scoping out for days crazy legs and rock steady
Or if your church don't really work
The old jacks buck wild and some babies bore their fists
And I wanna say, what is what if
We're just babies, we're just babies, man
The legs that's in the boots is on the corner, watch your tape
So what is really what, is really what
And Miss Mecca I'm just a baby, man
You think it, see it, run it and slam it
Life, it comes and goes and you do not punch a clock
Don't cover up the nappy, be happy witcha kinkin'
Oh and, Dash, she's just a baby, man
Or if the jeeps don't roll with beats
My cousins in the joint and the homeless grippin' quarters
But beware of the shanks and the pistols and the glocks
So what?
If the funk don't move your butt
And doctor Timba, he's just a baby, man
And 801s, they just babies, man
It's all relative, time is unreal
Every man's a planet and the props are there to get it
And Mister Silk, he's just a baby, too
Now I'm swimming deep in the hip-hop with eclectics
Dwellin', yes, you're dwellin' as the norm is itty-bitty
And Miss Venus, she's just a baby, man
Insects roll together with the spirit in our orbit
Oh and Stella, she's just a baby, too
We're just babies, we're just babies, man
Danny and Dani, they are my babies, man
Peace, this is Cee-Know of the doodlebug
You can't walk through your hood
You're playing out the planets get slammed, trust
Making papes off the crust, for money and for lust
Scribble swings the paddle at the mantel where I placed it
And if the box don't make you hot
'Cause butterfly is baby, I'm just a baby, man
Or if some shouts ain't in the house
I'm just a baby, I'm just a baby, man
And DPS, they just a babies, too
Or if the guns just wreck your fun
Ate peanuts with the dizz and vibe with Lionel Hampton
They peep it, hear it, lynch it and ban it
Or if my man ain't fifty grand?
