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

Butterfly searching for a relax 

Pulling from the jazz stacks cause it's Sunday 

On the air is incense, sounds to the ceiling 

Tried to get this feeling since Monday 

Looking out the window watching all the people go 

Bugging off a funny vibe cause now it seems they're equal 

Wonder what would Trane say wonder what my pop say 

Bugging off the calmness in the Apple 

Who me I'm cooling in New York 

I'm chilling in New York 

The hoods is on my block and the brother's at the court 

The baseball hats is on and the projects is calm 

Dreamtime's extended and highly recommended 

But early birds like me's up checking out the scene 

The early worms jog, forget about your job 

Just come dig the essence while the decadence is hidden 

When people act like people, the theory is in pigeon 

If you know the norm it's like Hades transformed 

On Sunday's early hours the city sprouts its flowers 

So get with the rhythms while you getting with the Planets 

Vibe off the jams but don't take em for granted, just chill 

We venture through the streets in search of funky beats 

Extensive is the travels and it's heavy on the sneaks 

Ye it's kicking out the speakers of the Sunday morning jeepers 

My man do Planets do it lovely 

Am I my brother's keeper 

We foot it to the park where the swoon units walk 

And sit with the phoenicians digging on musicians 

Hanging with the rebels sipping on a Snapple 

Bugging with my crew just tripping in the Apple 

You be thinking peace when you're vibing with your flock 

But you be thinking damn everybody got a Glock 

If you got some beef please express that in silence 

Or else, violence 

But right here is the life, it's the children of the concrete 

Living off the fruits and the functions of the fat beats 

Hip-hop's all around, the members is growing 

Please dig on the sounds cause the good vibes they snowing, so chill 

Wake up, praying that the game's on 

Maybe it's the Running Rebs, maybe it's the Knicks 

Maybe it's a rerun of an old TV show 

Like Hawaii 5-0 or karate flicks 

Maybe if the phone rings Butterfly will take wings 

Speaking on some cool things fronting like I cope 

Born unto flat ground now I'm chilling shaky ground 

Reaching for Pacific Heights Sunday is my rope, dig it 

Sunday's to relax 

Sunday's to relax 

Some Sunday morning drama is calling up my Mama 

The hot line is in I guess the ? knew the deal 

Vibing off the jams of the crews on Sugarhill 

Lay around and think ain't nothing to do 

Checking out some Fromm, some Sartre, Camus 

Mingus' Ah Um, damn Roach can drum 

The DP's are life, there they go, here they come 

It's time to grab some loot, put on the Timber boots 

Checking out some Dali's like Tasha and Kamali 

New York is a museum with its posters and graffiti 

If you're in the city on Sunday 

Come check me, get with me