Appointment At The Fat Clinic Lyrics - Reachin' (a New Refutation Of Time And Space) - Digable Planets

Smooth to the ooze came Butter 

Try to gank my style and I'll hip you to the heater 

At the speed of bop grew the hard rock 

You can ask my dads Chairman Mao comrades 

Squattin' at they pads 

Diggin' on the jazz that's the half of it 

Uncle Sam showed us all his space we refuted it 

Told him that ghetto is the aim, let go of my brain 

Then we changed your boogie cause your boogie had to change 

Caught a fat chat with a cat where I'm from 

Flipping mad tracks on a love child Nickel Bag 

Ah Mecca much jive and a jazz touch 

With a straight no chase, a Dig Plan erase 

Snatch an acid insect changed her dialect 

{Kept it} 

Mr. Doodlebug come tight with a ticket 

Said we couldn't drip it 

Came in and we kicked it with a glass of water on the rocks 

Nip it 

Jazz, in the last 5 years has progressed in its fits 

And starts of sudden discoveries and 

Startled reactions. New principles, new sounds 

New rhythms and harmonies have been advanced with unusual frequency 

Not surprisingly, many of the younger musicians have been quietly digesting 

This information almost as quiuckly as it has appeared 

As a result, they've acquired a degree of 

Musical sophistication which supersedes many of the previous standards of excellence 

So it's no longer especially relevant to ask the young saxophone player 

For example, to demonstrate his ability by running through all the Charlie Parker licks 

Come little hoods peep out the eyelids 

Stash a fat gat cause the loops let you dig 

With a Bloom Swoon and a Full Moon 

Mecca Bug no fake takes we let alone baits 

Pitchin' up your cakes might cause a horn rush but then a bass flush 

Meta more emphasis as I trip this Butter bug pour it out the mouth