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

Butterfly searchin' for a relax

Pullin' from the jazz stacks 'cause it's Sunday

On the air is incense sounds to the ceiling

Tried to get this feelin' since Monday

Lookin' out the window watchin' all the people go

Buggin' off a funny vibe 'cause now it seems they're equal

Wonder what would 'Trane say, wonder what my pop say

Buggin' off the calmness in the Apple

Who me? I'm coolin' in New York, I'm chillin' 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 checkin' out the scene

The early worms jog, forget about your job

Just come dig the essence while the decadence is hidden

When people act like people, the theory is encagin'

If you know the norm, it's like Hades transformed

On Sunday's early hours, the city sprouts its flowers

So get with the rhythms while you gettin' with the planets

Vibe off the jams but don't take them for granted, just chill

New York is red-hot, New York is red-hot

New York is red-hot, New York is red-hot

We venture through the streets in search of funky beats

Extensive is the travels, and it's heavy on the sneaks

Ye, it's kickin' out the speakers of the Sunday mornin' jeepers

My man, do planets do it lovely? Am I my brother's keeper?

We foot it to the park where the swoon units walk

And sit with the Phoenicians diggin' on musicians

Hangin' with the rebels sippin' on a sin apple

Buggin' with my crew just trippin' in the Apple

You be thinkin' peace when you're vibin' with your flock

But you be thinkin' damn everybody's 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

Livin' off the fruits and the functions of the fat beats

Hip-Hop's all around the members is growin'

Please dig on the sounds 'cause the good vibes they snowin', so chill

New York is red-hot, New York is red-hot

New York is red-hot, New York is red-hot

(One) New York is red-hot

(Two) New York is red-hot

(Three) New York is red-hot

(Four) New York is red-hot

Wake up, prayin' that the game's on

Maybe it's The Runnin' Rebs, maybe it's The Knicks

Maybe it's a rerun of an old TV show

Like Hawaii 5-0 or karate flicks

Maybe if the phone rings, butterfly will take wings

Speakin' on some cool things frontin' like I cope

Born under flat ground now I'm chillin' shaky ground

Reachin' for Pacific heights, Sunday is my rope, dig it

Sunday's to relax, Sunday's to relax

Some Sunday mornin' drama is callin' up my mama

The hot line is in, I guess the Silvers knew the deal

Vibin' off the jams of the crews on Sugar Hill

Lay around and think ain't nothin' to do

Checkin' out some frommes, some satre, camus

Mingus's Ah Um, damn Roach can drum

The DP's are life, there they go, here they come

It's time to grab some loot, put on the timber boots

Checkin' out some dollies, Dali's 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

New York is red-hot, New York is red-hot

New York is red-hot, New York is red-hot

New York is red-hot, New York is red-hot

New York is red-hot, New York is red-hot

New York is red-hot, New York is red-hot

Red-hot, New York is red-hot

New York is red-hot, New York is red-hot

Red-hot