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

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

The seasons been good a sweet
I hang out with a gang out flat bush with beats
I found the shout was goddamn
And questions 'bout the methods how the made jam

through a gang a murk in the interim
I couple time we got jerked but still them
Wicked little kinky that got us ghetto weight
And also kept the jazz alive by off the plates

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
Flip off into a nod and dig myself a dyin'

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

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

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

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

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

Its simple, swing be the of the time
The by the kings good for speakin' of the mind
The seven sessions gave the buzzes that I caught
They asked was it blues knowledge
(What you thought?)

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

I lay it on the cats about
The logical extensions comin' boomin' out that
that the room in which you zooms designed by your mind
Not the stars and stripes but red booms
And the by Max or Philly Joe on we go

The fly yall, we dont quit yall
Its slick beats here and its out
A groove kid, the jive is high yall
We aint yall okay pow me up

Uh, the seasons been fat like boom
Doodlebugs math fillin' up the room
When Booker jam with Eric at the funky spot
Cob's job was layin' crashes on the top

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

I'm deep to the sleekness of the horn
I'm thinkin' the hipness and just lay it in my form
So when the hoodlums waitin' for another 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 they to come lovely
The sickness towards the worlds Sam caused the blues
But hipness takes a and jams by my crew

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