[Verse 1 Butterfly] Butterfly searching for a relax Pulling from the jazz stacks cause its 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 theyre equal Wonder what would Trane say, wonder what my pop say Bugging off the calmness in the Apple Who me Im cooling in New York Im chilling in New York The hoods is on my block and the brothers at the court The baseball hats is on and the projects is calm Dreamtimes extended and highly recommended But early birds like mes 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 its like Hades transformed On Sundays early hours the city sprouts its flowers So get with the rhythms while you getting with the Planets Vibe off the jams but dont take em for granted, just chill [Refrain] New York is red hot, New York is red hot New York is red hot, New York is red hot [Verse 2 Butterfly, Doodlebug, and Ladybug] We venture through the streets in search of funky beats Extensive is the travels and its heavy on the sneaks Yeah its kicking out the speakers of the Sunday morning jeepers My man do Planets do it lovely? Am I my brothers 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 youre 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, its the children of the concrete Living off the fruits and the functions of the fat beats Hiphops all around, the members is growing Please dig on the sounds cause the good vibes they snowing, so chill [Refrain] New York is red hot, New York is red hot New York is red hot, New York is red hot New York is red hot, New York is red hot New York is red hot, New York is red hot [Verse 3 Butterfly] Wake up, praying that the games on Maybe its the Runnin Rebs, maybe its the Knicks Maybe its a rerun of an old TV show Like Hawaii 50 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 Im chilling shaky ground Reaching for Pacific Heights Sunday is my rope, dig it Sundays to relax Sundays to relax Some Sunday morning drama is calling up my Mama The hotline is in I guess the silvers knew the deal Vibing off the jams of the crews on Sugarhill Lay around and think aint nothing to do Checking out some Fromm, some Sartre, Camus Mingus Ah Um, damn Roach can drum The DPs are life, there they go, here they come Its time to grab some loot, put on the Timber boots Checking out some dollies like Tasha and Kamali New York is a museum with its posters and graffiti If youre in the city on Sunday Come check me, get with me [Outro] New York is red hot, New York is red hot New York is red hot, New York is red hot New York is red hot, New York is red hot New York is red hot, New York is red hot New York is red hot, New York is red hot New York is red hot, New York is red hot New York is red hot, New York is red hot
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