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

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

The been good like a sweet
I hang out with a gang out flat bush cool beats
I found the reverberated was goddamn
And questions the methods how the Planets made jam

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

Maybe we was hip to stretchin' out the brain
I Bird Parker when I shot it in my vein
I toss major losses on the Mingus jazzy strum
Flip off 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 quotes
For losin' Bud Powell slidin' Dizzy's notes

Was it that the rebirth was the birth for new shit, of shit
The jazz power showers from the crew was legit
But hey, present since gone Mo's gone
They kill the breeze in this land of the free

And it been like that since they lied about flag
Like all my main 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 midnight

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

The seasons been smooth the suede
that butter got when butter got paid
Or better yet archetypes for cool dudes
Or better Trane usin' space in afro blue

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

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

I lay it on the cats about
The logical extensions comin' boomin' out that
Assumin' that the room in which you zooms 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 quit
Its slick beats and its out there
A smooth groove kid, the jive is high
We aint yall okay pow me up

Uh, the seasons fat like some boom
Doodlebugs math jazz fillin' up the
When Booker jam with at the funky five spot
Jimmy Cob's job was layin' on the top

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

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

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

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