i fumble through my fuzz and buzz mr. i
 tell him scoop the beats in the flying saucer kit
 meet me at the port with the nickel bags and shit
 tell my pops i'm out earthbound with the crew
 he said butterfly may the boogie be with you
 left my moms a note with these quotes on a trunk
 it says i split to earth to resurrect the funk
 a dozen snapple pops and a little box of beats
 travellin through space with the funky funky beats
 stopped at pluto to cop some petrol
 met some klingons and got our things on
 cruisin warp 6 with mr. wiggles in the mix
 hendrix passin peas star child get the fix
 the saucer shook the heavens with the blooms and the blams
 because when we hit new york - shazam
 we droppin like a comet and this vulcan tried to spock it
 these martians tried to do it, but knew they couldn't cop it
 the others from our brother planet lands in the flesh
 from up in sector 6 yes y'all
 and it's good to be here
 when we landed up on lex
 stirrin up the ground with the sound of doug e fresh
 and the hard rockin kids that did it for the black
 with the pumas on their feet and the barmas on their back
 we learned and we earned it so you know you got to hand it
 we planned it when we left how to freak it and to slam it
 add a ladybug transformation is complete
 for the metamorphosis from the box to the jeep
 and it's good to be here
 gettin fly with the raps
 we love it where we from but we kick it where we at
 bumpin out with somethin that pops and transcends
 dps baby it's slim but not thin
 in amongst the pebbles we rocks on your blocks
 soakin in the ghetto for kids that have not
 slappin on some skin when we slam check the cheers
 so we greet their virgin ears with a kiss
 it's so good to be here
 we jazz up the streets to prove we have beats
 fat jazz fat style and the sound so sweet
 and there ain't no doubt that you got to check
 doodle, silk, butter, mec
 it's so good to be here
 yeah baby that's the style
 the jazz can fill a club or papers by the pile
 just ask toy soldier, toy soldier could of told you
 at the boomin funk hut it was the afro with the butt
 so to the flam lovers that crowd in dark spots
 so see em kick the lingo and grip that little crotch
 now we have arrived with crazy boogie sounds
 get yourself a mate today's to boogie down
 this is all we know we feel it when we slams
 you could hear the love, it comes out in our jams
 the hiphop diggin cats just deliverin the words
 from the ghetto-dwellin youth to the bourgies in the burbs
 and it's good to be here