I'm mood yall, I slive with jiva yall I'm actually deep yall, invented yall In ten fourths yall, I pay cap yall I player late yall and down to
I bust raps yall, in love with 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 been good like a sweet I hang out with a gang out flat bush with beats I found the reverberated shout was And questions 'bout the methods how the Planets 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 kept the jazz alive by pullin' off the
Maybe only we was hip to stretchin' out the I felt Bird when I shot it in my vein I toss these major losses on the Mingus jazzy Flip off into a nod and dig a dyin' young
Its like was the bop and the flair I kicks to my pools by the nap of hair I'm pinnin' Sam for the death of swingin' quotes For losin' Bud Powell slidin' over Dizzy's
Was it that the rebirth was the for new shit, of cool shit The jazz power from the crew was sure legit But hey, present since gone Hank gone They kill the coolest breeze in this land of the
And it been like that since they lied about they all my main 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 midnight
I'm so shy yall, I'm hip to yall From sector six, and now and then too I slows the trims and fades a fake now I know the nat yall I'm layin' out yall,
The seasons been smooth the suede Pumas that butter got butter got paid Or better yet archetypes for cool dudes Or better still Trane usin' space in afro
Its simple, swing be the freakin' of the The spinnin' by the kings good for speakin' of the The forty seven sessions gave the that I caught They asked was it blues knowledge (What you thought?)
I told 'em it was solid, dig, the was way out My loves to kiss when Ornette just lays out So the quotes be as bout the kits, uh You down with Digable yous a hipster, shit
I lay it on the cats about 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 by Max or Philly Joe on we go
The fly shit yall, we dont quit Its slick beats and its out there A smooth kid, the jive is high yall We aint marks okay pow me up
Uh, the been fat like some boom Doodlebugs math jazz fillin' up the When Booker jam with Eric at the funky spot Jimmy job was layin' crashes on the top
cop his lid at this little Harlem jam The tenor bop the middle and his and his tam I'm diggin' how these made my buzz a little hipper And angles on the moves really couldnt get no
I'm deep to the sleekness of the horn I'm thinkin' take the hipness and just lay it in my So when the hoodlums waitin' for another anthem I say its in the cause it notin' but rhythm
And rhythm goes on and on to the break of moon, The dads is gone but they used to come The sickness towards the worlds cause Sam caused the But hipness takes a swirl and by my crew
Infect space yall, we swing time Its milk yeah, its like be bop The new slips, oh shit, we got fly kicks Its jazz, uh, its like us now