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

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

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

Wallowed through a gang a murk in the
I couple time we got but still invented them
Wicked 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 these major 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 of swingin' quotes
For Bud Powell slidin' over Dizzy's notes

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

And it been like that they lied about they flag
Like all my main gave they beats up for skags
So I pops it at crew like Bu I did a lid
But I used Cooker got my buzz around midnight

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

The seasons been smooth the suede
Pumas that butter got butter got paid
Or better yet archetypes for cool dudes
Or better 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 gave the buzzes that I
They asked was it cool knowledge
(What you thought?)

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

I lay it on the about monk
The extensions comin' boomin' out that trunk
Assumin' that the room in you zooms designed by your mind
Not the and stripes but red Cali? booms
And the by Max or Philly Joe on we go

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

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

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

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

And rhythm goes on and on to the of moon, baby
The is gone but they used to come lovely
The sickness the worlds cause Sam caused the blues
But hipness takes a 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