What Cool Breezes Do Chords by Digable Planets

You gotta, you gotta, you _ gotta, you gotta, you gotta,
You gotta, you gotta, you gotta, you gotta, you gotta,
You [D] gotta do [D#] what you feel, do what you feel,
[G] Do what [C] you feel, yeah, do what you feel,
[Bm] Do [F#m] what you [Bm] feel, do what you feel,
[Em] Do [Am] what you feel, yeah, do what you feel,
[Bm] Do [B] what you feel, do what you feel,
[C] Do what you feel, yeah, do what you feel,
[D] Do [B] what you feel, do what you feel,
[Em] _ [C] It's real, it's real.
It's a planet Venus for a Brooklyn straw.
Jazzy line that's hands clap to a row.
Leaves fumble falling down, wind blowing round.
If the layer change, the funk will find sound.
Mecca, the ladybugs, chasing like seasons.
Moves I be seeing, changes like schmoozes.
On to Espresso, ways that I can test her.
Swoon, you neglect, as I go, but I'm slow, I take a chance.
Go against the norm, but they still make advance.
To my lady form, okay, shall I smack a ghetto punk
with the line?
But Mecca, okay, slap a metal punk with the fine.
I slip this only to the ones who lack respect.
The rest just sketch it, take it pronto, and check.
But [Bm] please, do [F#] what you feel, [Dm] do what you feel.
[Em] Do [G#] what you feel, yeah, do what you feel.
[Bm] Do [A] what you feel, do what you feel.
[Em] _ [C] It's real.
Check out the funk brown basement, man.
This beat, the medium used by big plans.
Hit the Cosmics like a funkin' knot.
Leave the lady home, swift and get funk knots.
Black sunflowers, bloom be a tune.
If the sounds on the dates, it'll zoom through your room.
Bunch of black skunks, we'll hit the top of your norm.
If Capri is the kid, the floor's getting stormed
with the bass in your face.
Space is the place, and if Bucks take a stand,
God damn, it's a jam.
Do you know?
We know when civilized just.
Popping out the dive and the jazz wasn't rushed.
Can you dig it?
My mellow is that cool cat sound.
Do the buck, Jahpreen told me that the G be getting down.
Shit, that's mandatory, so you gots to demand it.
And if they cannot help, here's a ticket [Em] to the planet, [F#] so.
Do what you [F] feel, do [G] what you feel.
Do [Am] what you feel, do what you feel.
[Bm] Do what you [Dm] feel, do what you feel.
[Em] _ [C] _ _
Man, I need that from the mad degrees.
With my crew and shit, honey dips, cool D's.
Can you dig it?
I'm with it.
Well, then now you know.
I know the way it gets a blade out.
It's better else we be out.
Cop the rap facts from these cats out on beaker.
Rejuvenate the place for my peoples and they speakers.
Leecher, rap, make Anita crutch.
Planets wouldn't allow themselves to roll like expressions.
Sighting, scripting, twerp.
Fighting status quo is being an artist in New York.
Tongues be often fought, clothes be often caught.
If they call it fad, we just ignore it like it's pork.
Planets got them thoughts, blooming flowers in the dense.
They said the grass was greener, so we snuffed it up the fence.
Landed in a meadow, glimpsed and saw a shadow.
Of brothers with guitars, common sense and puffy afros.
Lux was getting paid, gas was getting blazed.
Phaser's cracking bones, but this cassie wasn't phased.
In tight grips, yet the lips was talking fun.
Rhythms and the struggle kind of running into one.
True funk cannot disguise, because the streets have eyes.
Who's gonna revive?
Well, a syndelic vibe.
Did it like a big planet.
God damn it, to get a good [Em] ticket, it's just a ticket.
[Bm] Do what you [F] feel, _ [C] _ man.
[D] If _ [Dm] _ _ [Em] _ [A] it's