Nickel Bags Lyrics - Reachin' (a New Refutation Of Time And Space) - Digable Planets

The Bloom, the Swoon, the Sugars on your block 

The Planets land in flesh in the corners of New York 

The ghetto, the meadow, the Mr. Butter flew 

The Honeybugs dug and licked the honey dew 

The sun, the kiss, the funk for a bliss 

The lips with the soul and some jazz for ya hips 

The puff, the buzz, the lids be heavy slick 

The Mecca get a rush when the beats be very thick 

The hands, the feet, the brown baby treat 

The femmes fumble loose and drink the doodlejuice 

The steps, the flams, the Planets goddamn 

The peoples get a grip with a tape from a jam 

A nickel bag of funk 

The big, the fat, the cool cool cats 

The psychedelic soul puts the Planets on the map 

The chic, the love, the far out name 

The lack of the funk's the main why we came 

The boogie gets done, the colors won't run 

The funk hits the square, the kids gotta come 

The pizza with the pop, the west 4th stop 

The crew after crew that do the grasshop 

The true cool is black, the new school is fat 

The beats by the ounce, the funk by the pack 

The hanging off the butts with the fat sole kicks 

A nickel bag of funk 

The wide, the hip, dig it it's the trip 

The loops, the scene and the funkifying it 

The sounds, the pounds, the stacks, the flair 

The baggy baggy jeans, the knotty knotty hair 

The twinkle in the eye, the kids that livin' fly 

The crew from the sky, the stuff that gets you high 

The action, the work from the rhyme 

We goes the whole nine 

The papers won't rot, the vapors get got 

The streets give the buzz the funk up your block 

The opium groove, the smacked out soul 

The kickin' it live the fat gotta roll 

A nickel bag of funk 

A nickel bag, a nickel bag Ladybug'll hit ya with a nickel bag 

A nickel bag, a nickel bag Butterfly'll hit ya with a nickel bag 

A nickel bag, a nickel bag Doodlebug'll hit ya with his nickel bag 

A nickel bag, a nickel bag DPs always hit you with they nickel bag