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I'm blue mood yall, I slive jiva yall
I'm actually deep yall, invented time
In ten fourths yall, I pay cap yall
I late yall and draw down to

I bust raps yall, in love naps yall
The sweet beats kid, I my thoughts yall
I wreck the break yall, dont trust the yall
I dig the yall, I'm layin' out now, yeah

The seasons good like a sweet
I hang out with a gang out flat with cool beats
I found the reverberated shout was
And 'bout the methods how the Planets made jam

Wallowed through a gang a in the interim
I couple we got jerked but still invented them
Wicked little kinky joints that got us ghetto
And also kept the jazz alive by pullin' off the

only we was hip to stretchin' out the brain
I felt Parker when I shot it in my vein
I these major losses on the Mingus jazzy strum
off into a nod and dig myself a dyin' young

Its like was the bop and the flair
I kicks to my pools by the nap of their
I'm pinnin' Uncle Sam for the death of swingin'
For losin' Bud Powell slidin' Dizzy's notes

Was it that the rebirth was the birth for new shit, of cool
The jazz power from the crew was sure legit
But hey, present since gone Hank gone
They the coolest breeze in this land of the free

And it been like since they lied about they flag
Like all my main mans gave beats up for skags
So I pops it at your like Bu I did a lid
But I used Lee's Cooker got my around midnight

I'm so shy yall, I'm hip to yall
sector six, yeah and now and then too
I the trims yall and fades a fake now
I the nat yall I'm layin' out yall, yeah

The seasons been smooth the suede
Pumas that butter got butter got paid
Or yet Dolphy's archetypes for cool dudes
Or still Trane usin' space in afro blue

Its simple, swing be the freakin' of the
The spinnin' by the good for speakin' of the mind
The forty seven sessions the buzzes that I caught
They asked was it cool knowledge
(What you thought?)

I told 'em it was solid, dig, the was way out
My baby loves to when Ornette just lays out
So the quotes be as such the kits, uh
You down with Digable Planets yous a hipster,

I lay it on the cats monk
The logical comin' boomin' out that trunk
Assumin' that the in which you zooms designed by your mind
Not the stars and stripes but red Cali?
And the rat-a-tat-tat by Max or Joe on we go

The fly shit yall, we dont yall
Its slick here and its out there
A smooth groove kid, the jive is yall
We marks yall okay pow me up

Uh, the seasons been fat like boom
Doodlebugs jazz fillin' up the room
When Booker jam with Eric at the five spot
Jimmy job was layin' crashes on the top

cop his lid at this little Harlem jam
The tenor bop the and his shades and his tam
I'm diggin' how these dudes made my buzz a hipper
And angles on the moves really get no blacker

I'm sinkin' deep to the of the horn
I'm thinkin' take the and just lay it in my form
So when the hoodlums flood waitin' for anthem
I say its in the blood cause it but rhythm

And goes on and on to the break of moon, baby
The dads is gone but used to come lovely
The sickness towards the worlds cause Sam caused the
But hipness takes a swirl and by my crew

space yall, we swing time yall
Its milk yeah, its like be bop
The new slips, oh shit, we got fly kicks
Its jazz, uh, its like us now