What Cool Breezes Do
Digable Planets Lyrics


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You gotta do what ya feel
Do what ya feel
If it's real

Exit planet Venus for a Brooklyn stroll
Jazzy fly, nappy things, plaits, to a roll
Leaves fumble fallin' down; wind blowin' 'round
Dig the layer change, the funkifying sound
Mecca, the Ladybug, changin' like seasons
Moves I be seein', changes life's reasons
On to express the ways that I profess the
Swoon unit glow, as I go; Butter flow
I take a chance, go against the norm
But they used to make advance to my lady form
Ok, shall I smack a ghetto punk with the line? (but, Mecca)
Ok, slap a meadow punk with a fine
I flip this only to the ones who lack respect
The rest, just get your ticket pronto and jet, but please

You gotta do what ya feel
Do what ya feel
If it's real

Check out the funk-brown bass, my man
This be the medium used by Dig Plans
Hit the cosmics like a funkonaut
Leave the ladybugs with forget-Funk-nots
Black sunflowers, blue be your tulip
The sound from the gates, it'll zoom up your room
Bugs block spots where Hip Hop be your norm
If the Pri is the Kid, the floor's gettin' stormed
With the bass in ya face, space is the place
Bugs take a stand, goddamn, it's a jam
C-note be no uncivilized just
Poppin' out the jive in the jazz-causin' rush
Can you dig it? My mellow, it's that cool cat sound
(Doodlebug, Japrim told that the G be gettin' down)
Shit, it's mandatory, so you gots to demand it
And if they cannot handle, take a ticket from the Planets and

You gotta do what ya feel
Do what ya feel
If it's real

Man, I ooze that, in the mad degrees
With my crew and shit, honey dip, cool breeze
Can you dig it? (I'm with it) (Butter, now you know)
I know the wig gets the grade out
It's fat or else we'd be out
Copped the rap bats from these cats out on Bleeker
Rejuvenate the plates for my people and they speakers
Nietzsche, Rap, make Anita crutch
Planets wouldn't allow themselves to grow like such
Expressions, sightings, scripting, taught
Finest status quo is being an artist in New York
Tongues be often fought, clothes be often caught
If they call it a fad, we just ignore it, like it's pork
Planets got them thoughts bloomin' flowers in the dense
They said that Rap was Venus, so we snuck and hopped the fence
Landed in a meadow, glimpsed and saw a shadow
Of brothers with guitars, common sense and puffy afros
Lucks was getting brazed, Paps was getting blazed
Feds was crackin' domes, but these cats, they wasn't phased
In tights grips, yet, their lips was talkin' fun
Rhythms and the struggle kinda funneled into one
True funk cannot disguise, because the streets have eyes
Who's gonna revive? Well us and delic vibe
Did it like a Dig Planet, goddammit
To get a good kick it, suggest ya get ya ticket and

You gotta do what ya feel




Do what ya feel
If it's real

Overall Meaning

What Cool Breezes Do by Digable Planets is a song that advocates for staying true to oneself and following one's instincts. The song opens with a vivid description of a Brooklyn stroll, with references to the changing seasons and the wind blowing. The lyrics indicate an appreciation for the changes in life and a willingness to take risks. The line "Moves I be seein', changes life's reasons" suggests a keen awareness of the world around us and a willingness to take inspiration from it.


As the song progresses, the lyrics turn to references to the power of music to bring people together. The line "Hit the cosmics like a funkonaut" suggests a desire to break free of the constraints of everyday life and explore new realms of existence. The repeated refrain of "You gotta do what ya feel, if it's real" emphasizes the importance of being true to oneself and pursuing what one is passionate about.


The overall message of the song seems to be one of empowerment and self-discovery. The lyrics suggest that by following our instincts and pursuing our passions, we can break free from the constraints of society and discover new realms of creativity and joy.


Line by Line Meaning

You gotta do what ya feel
You should act on what you truly believe in


Do what ya feel
Follow your instincts


If it's real
Only if it's genuine and authentic


Exit planet Venus for a Brooklyn stroll
Leaving one world to enter another


Jazzy fly, nappy things, plaits, to a roll
Describing individual and unique self-expression


Leaves fumble fallin' down; wind blowin' 'round
The passing of time, and changes that come unexpectedly


Dig the layer change, the funkifying sound
An appreciation for creative evolution and artistic expression


Mecca, the Ladybug, changin' like seasons
A realization that life is full of change, and that identity is fluid


Moves I be seein', changes life's reasons
Perceiving changes in other people's lives, which can affect one's own


On to express the ways that I profess the
To articulate one's own ideas and beliefs


Swoon unit glow, as I go; Butter flow
A feeling of being in sync with one's surroundings; a smooth flow of words


I take a chance, go against the norm
A willingness to take risks and challenge the status quo


But they used to make advance to my lady form
Describing unwanted attention and objectification of women


Ok, shall I smack a ghetto punk with the line? (but, Mecca)
A rhetorical question about confronting people who lack respect


Ok, slap a meadow punk with a fine
A play on words that suggests correcting someone's behavior with a punishment


I flip this only to the ones who lack respect
Directing the previous lines towards someone specific


The rest, just get your ticket pronto and jet, but please
Inviting those who are respectful to join in the music


Check out the funk-brown bass, my man
Drawing attention to the music and its style


This be the medium used by Dig Plans
Describing how the music reflects the band's ideology


Hit the cosmics like a funkonaut
Feeling like an explorer in a new musical landscape


Leave the ladybugs with forget-Funk-nots
Creating memorable experiences through music


Black sunflowers, blue be your tulip
Comparing unique individuality to flowers with unconventional colors


The sound from the gates, it'll zoom up your room
The music can transport one to new destinations


Bugs block spots where Hip Hop be your norm
Promoting their own music as an alternative to mainstream Hip Hop


If the Pri is the Kid, the floor's gettin' stormed
Implying a takeover of the music scene


With the bass in ya face, space is the place
The intensity and physicality of the music


Bugs take a stand, goddamn, it's a jam
Asserting the power of a group to create music


C-note be no uncivilized just
Money is not always a measure of a person's worth


Poppin' out the jive in the jazz-causin' rush
Expressing oneself through music and enjoying the energy


Can you dig it? My mellow, it's that cool cat sound
Asking if the listener appreciates the same style of music


(Doodlebug, Japrim told that the G be gettin' down)
Acknowledging others' contributions and opinions


Shit, it's mandatory, so you gots to demand it
Urging listeners to make music a part of their lives


And if they cannot handle, take a ticket from the Planets and
If someone does not enjoy the music, they should leave


Man, I ooze that, in the mad degrees
Feeling extremely confident and cool


With my crew and shit, honey dip, cool breeze
Being surrounded by like-minded friends and a relaxed atmosphere


Can you dig it? (I'm with it) (Butter, now you know)
Repeating the question of whether the listener appreciates the music


I know the wig gets the grade out
Acknowledging that certain styles are more popular than others


It's fat or else we'd be out
The music has enough substance to retain the band's interest


Copped the rap bats from these cats out on Bleeker
Taking inspiration from other musicians


Rejuvenate the plates for my people and they speakers
Refreshing and reinvigorating the music for fans


Nietzsche, Rap, make Anita crutch
Drawing comparisons between philosophical ideas and music


Planets wouldn't allow themselves to grow like such
Refusing to conform or copy others' styles


Expressions, sightings, scripting, taught
The many ways that artists communicate with their audiences


Finest status quo is being an artist in New York
The benefits of living in a creative and diverse city


Tongues be often fought, clothes be often caught
The challenges of self-expression and fitting in


If they call it a fad, we just ignore it, like it's pork
Ignoring criticism and standing by one's art


Planets got them thoughts bloomin' flowers in the dense
Continuing to be creative and original


They said that Rap was Venus, so we snuck and hopped the fence
Redefining the boundaries of the rap genre


Landed in a meadow, glimpsed and saw a shadow
Exploring new musical landscapes


Of brothers with guitars, common sense and puffy afros
Encountering other musicians with their own unique styles


Lucks was getting brazed, Paps was getting blazed
Experiencing different lifestyles and cultures


Feds was crackin' domes, but these cats, they wasn't phased
Facing challenges and adversity with resilience


In tights grips, yet, their lips was talkin' fun
Discussing and enjoying music despite external pressures


Rhythms and the struggle kinda funneled into one
Expressing the hardships of life through music


True funk cannot disguise, because the streets have eyes
Authentic music cannot be faked or disguised


Who's gonna revive? Well us and delic vibe
An acknowledgment that they are part of a musical movement


Did it like a Dig Planet, goddammit
Asserting their unique musical identity


To get a good kick it, suggest ya get ya ticket and
Encouraging others to join in and enjoy the music




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, SEVENTH HOUSE LTD.
Written by: CRAIG IRVING, CRAIG L. IRVING, ISHMAEL BUTLER, ISHMAEL R. BUTLER, MARY ANN VIEIRA

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