La Femme Fetal - Digable Planets.lrc

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[00:10.529]It was 8:49 on a beautiful ninth day of July
[00:13.781]There was not a cloud to speak of, so the orange sun hung
[00:18.222]Lonely in the sky
[00:19.627]I lay prone in my cavi home
[00:21.787]Thinking of fine nappy Jackie and his jazzcat's horn
[00:24.707]Sliding in a tape of Bird on Verve, when suddenly rang my phone
[00:28.329]"Hey, Butterfly," the voice said
[00:31.537]"Slip on some duds, comb out your fro and slide on down to my pad
[00:34.206]The vibe here is very pleasant, and I truly request your presence
[00:40.348]A problem of great magnitude has arose
[00:44.435]And as we speak it grows"
[00:45.595]"Damn, what could it be?" I thought
[00:47.218]A juice I bought and rolled on down to her spot
[00:50.368]Seeing bros I know, slapping fives I arrived and pressed G-5
[00:54.591]And there was Nikki
[00:55.646]Lookin' some kind of sad with tears fallin' from her eyes
[00:59.347]She sat me down, and dug my frown and began to run it down
[01:03.721]"You remember my boyfriend Sid, that fly kid who I love?
[01:07.249]Well, our love was often a verb and spontaneity has brought a third
[01:11.946]But due to our youth and economic state, we wish to terminate
[01:16.042]About this we don't feel great, but baby, that's how it is
[01:19.564]But the feds have dissed me
[01:21.263]They ignored and dismissed me
[01:22.968]The pro-lifers harass me outside the clinic
[01:25.620]And call me a murderer, now that's hate
[01:28.501]So needless to say, we're in a mental state of debate"
[01:30.963]"Hey, beautiful bird", I said, digging her somber mood
[01:36.106]"The fascists are some heavy dudes
[01:38.420]They don't really give a damn about life
[01:41.414]They just don't want a woman to control her body
[01:43.552]Or have the right to choose
[01:46.133]But baby that ain't nothin'
[01:48.093]They just want a male finger on the button
[01:50.579]Because if you say war, they will send them to die by the score
[01:55.081]Aborting mission should be your volition
[01:57.893]But if Souter and Thomas have their way
[02:00.255]You'll be standing in line unable to get Welfare while they'll be out hunting and fishing
[02:05.037]It has always been around, it will always have a niche
[02:10.030]But they'll make it a privilege, not a right
[02:12.485]Accessible only to the rich
[02:14.953]Hey, pro-lifers need to dig themselves
[02:17.015]Because life doesn't stop after birth
[02:19.174]And for a child born to the unprepared
[02:21.781]It might even just get worse
[02:24.536]The situation would surely change, if they were to find themselves in it
[02:28.887]Supporters of the H-bomb and fire-bombing clinics
[02:34.333]What type of shit is that? Orwellian, in fact
[02:38.773]If Roe v. Wade was overturned, would not the desire remain intact
[02:43.451]Leaving young girls to risk their healths
[02:46.832]Doctors to botch, and watch as they kill themselves?
[02:50.904]Now, I hate to sound macabre
[02:52.750]But hey, isn't it my job
[02:54.900]To lay it on the masses and get them off their asses
[02:58.536]To fight against these fascists?
[03:01.781]So, whatever you decide, make that move with pride
[03:04.947]Sid will be there and so will I
[03:07.868]An insect 'til I die ('Til I die)
[03:13.266]Rhythms and sounds
[03:15.193]Spinning around
[03:18.022]Confrontations
[03:20.036]Across the nation
[03:22.281]Your block, my block
[03:23.889]Dreadlocks
[03:24.995]What a shock
[03:26.657]Land of the free
[03:28.278]But not me, not me
[03:32.650]Not me, not me
[03:37.383]Not me, not me
[03:42.017]Not me, not me
[03:46.556]Not me, not me
[04:00.049]The mind is time, the mind is space
[04:03.207]A horn rush, a bass flush for minds to taste
[04:04.670]Hey, what's happening?
[04:06.541]Insects causing fun
[04:07.508]Ninety-three million miles away from the sun
[04:10.381]New grooves, show and prove
[04:14.069]It's the move (The move)
[04:15.982]Funky songs, but let me not prolong
[04:19.528]So check it out
[04:25.746]The mind is time, the mind is space
[04:26.466]A horn rush, a bass flush for minds to taste
[04:27.966]The mind is time, the mind is space
[04:29.997]A horn rush, a bass flush for minds to taste
[04:32.477]The mind is time, the mind is space
[04:34.007]A horn rush, a bass flush for minds to taste

文本歌词

It was 8:49 on a beautiful ninth day of July
There was not a cloud to speak of, so the orange sun hung
Lonely in the sky
I lay prone in my cavi home
Thinking of fine nappy Jackie and his jazzcat's horn
Sliding in a tape of Bird on Verve, when suddenly rang my phone
"Hey, Butterfly," the voice said
"Slip on some duds, comb out your fro and slide on down to my pad
The vibe here is very pleasant, and I truly request your presence
A problem of great magnitude has arose
And as we speak it grows"
"Damn, what could it be?" I thought
A juice I bought and rolled on down to her spot
Seeing bros I know, slapping fives I arrived and pressed G-5
And there was Nikki
Lookin' some kind of sad with tears fallin' from her eyes
She sat me down, and dug my frown and began to run it down
"You remember my boyfriend Sid, that fly kid who I love?
Well, our love was often a verb and spontaneity has brought a third
But due to our youth and economic state, we wish to terminate
About this we don't feel great, but baby, that's how it is
But the feds have dissed me
They ignored and dismissed me
The pro-lifers harass me outside the clinic
And call me a murderer, now that's hate
So needless to say, we're in a mental state of debate"
"Hey, beautiful bird", I said, digging her somber mood
"The fascists are some heavy dudes
They don't really give a damn about life
They just don't want a woman to control her body
Or have the right to choose
But baby that ain't nothin'
They just want a male finger on the button
Because if you say war, they will send them to die by the score
Aborting mission should be your volition
But if Souter and Thomas have their way
You'll be standing in line unable to get Welfare while they'll be out hunting and fishing
It has always been around, it will always have a niche
But they'll make it a privilege, not a right
Accessible only to the rich
Hey, pro-lifers need to dig themselves
Because life doesn't stop after birth
And for a child born to the unprepared
It might even just get worse
The situation would surely change, if they were to find themselves in it
Supporters of the H-bomb and fire-bombing clinics
What type of shit is that? Orwellian, in fact
If Roe v. Wade was overturned, would not the desire remain intact
Leaving young girls to risk their healths
Doctors to botch, and watch as they kill themselves?
Now, I hate to sound macabre
But hey, isn't it my job
To lay it on the masses and get them off their asses
To fight against these fascists?
So, whatever you decide, make that move with pride
Sid will be there and so will I
An insect 'til I die ('Til I die)
Rhythms and sounds
Spinning around
Confrontations
Across the nation
Your block, my block
Dreadlocks
What a shock
Land of the free
But not me, not me
Not me, not me
Not me, not me
Not me, not me
Not me, not me
The mind is time, the mind is space
A horn rush, a bass flush for minds to taste
Hey, what's happening?
Insects causing fun
Ninety-three million miles away from the sun
New grooves, show and prove
It's the move (The move)
Funky songs, but let me not prolong
So check it out
The mind is time, the mind is space
A horn rush, a bass flush for minds to taste
The mind is time, the mind is space
A horn rush, a bass flush for minds to taste
The mind is time, the mind is space
A horn rush, a bass flush for minds to taste