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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 cap yall
I player late yall and down to

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

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

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

Maybe only we was hip to stretchin' out the
I felt Bird Parker I shot it in my vein
I toss these losses on the Mingus jazzy strum
Flip off a nod and dig myself a dyin' young

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 Bud Powell slidin' over Dizzy's notes

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

And it been like that since they lied about they
Like all my main mans gave they beats up for
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
sector six, yeah and now and then too
I slows the trims yall and a fake now
I the nat yall I'm layin' out yall, yeah

The seasons been smooth the suede
Pumas that butter got when butter got
Or better yet archetypes for cool dudes
Or better Trane usin' space 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 was it cool blues knowledge
(What you thought?)

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

I lay it on the about monk
The logical extensions comin' boomin' out trunk
Assumin' that the 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 shit yall, we quit yall
Its slick here and its out there
A smooth kid, the jive is high yall
We marks yall okay 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 job was layin' crashes on the top

Butter cop his lid at this Harlem jam
The bop the middle and his shades and his tam
I'm how these dudes 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 take the hipness and just lay it in my form
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 of moon, baby
The dads is gone but they to come lovely
The sickness the worlds cause Sam caused the blues
But hipness takes a swirl and jams by my

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