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Pacifics (From The Original Motion Picture Soundtrack “N.Y. Is Red Hot")
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Digable Planets
Digable Planets
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bohannon
Bohannon
Composer
Dave Hubbard
Dave Hubbard
Composer
Ishmael Butler
Ishmael Butler
Songwriter
Lonnie Liston Smith
Lonnie Liston Smith
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
S. Faber
S. Faber
Co-Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Mike Mangini
Mike Mangini
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Butterflies, searching for a relax
Pulling from the jazz stacks 'cause it's Sunday
On the air is incense, sounds to the ceiling
Trying 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 Trey say, wonder what my pops say
Bugging off the calmness in the apple
[Verse 2]
Who me? I'm cooling in New York, I'm 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
Dream time's extended and highly recommended
But early birds like me's up catching out the scene
The early worm's jog, forget about your job
Just come dig the essence while the decadence is hidden
When people act like people, the theory isn't pigeon
If you know the norm, it's like Hades transformed
My Sunday's early hours, the city sprouts its flowers
So get with the rhythms while you're getting with the planets
Vibe off the jams but don't take 'em for granted, just chill
[Verse 3]
New York is red hot, New York is red hot
New York is red hot, New York is red hot
[Verse 4]
We venture through the streets in search of funky beats
Extensive is the travels and it's heavy on the sneaks
Yeah, 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 footed to the park where the swoon units walked
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
[Verse 5]
You be thinking peace when you 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 in 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
[Verse 6]
New York is red hot, New York is red hot
New York is red hot, New York is red hot
[Verse 7]
New York is red hot, New York is red hot
New York is red hot, New York is red hot
[Verse 8]
Wake up, praying that a game's on
Maybe it's the running raps, maybe it's the Knicks
Maybe it's a rerun of a old TV show
Like Hawaii five-oh or karate flicks
Maybe if the phone rings, butterfly will take wings
Speaking on some cool things, fronting like I cope
Born under flat ground, now I'm chilling shaky ground
Reaching for Pacific Heights, Sunday is my rope, dig it
[Verse 9]
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 sewers knew the deal
Vibing off the jams of the crews on Sugar Hill
Lay around and think, ain't nothing to do
Checking out some from some Satre, Camus
Mingus is our um, damn, Roach can drum
The DPs I like, there they go, here they come
It's 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 you're in the city on Sunday, come check me, get with me
[Verse 10]
New York is red hot, New York is red hot
New York is red hot, New York is red hot
[Verse 11]
New York is red hot, New York is red hot
New York is red hot, New York is red hot...
Written by: Dave Hubbard, Hamilton Bohannon, Ishmael Butler
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