I'm blue mood yall, I slive jiva yall I'm actually deep yall, invented time In ten fourths yall, I pay cap yall I late yall and draw down to
I bust raps yall, in love naps yall The sweet beats kid, I my thoughts yall I wreck the break yall, dont trust the yall I dig the yall, I'm layin' out now, yeah
The seasons good like a sweet I hang out with a gang out flat with cool beats I found the reverberated shout was And 'bout the methods how the Planets made jam
Wallowed through a gang a in the interim I couple we got jerked but still invented them Wicked little kinky joints that got us ghetto And also kept the jazz alive by pullin' off the
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 off into 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 swingin' For losin' Bud Powell slidin' Dizzy's notes
Was it that the rebirth was the birth for new shit, of cool The jazz power from the crew was sure legit But hey, present since gone Hank gone They the coolest breeze in this land of the free
And it been like since they lied about they flag Like all my main mans gave beats up for skags So I pops it at your like Bu I did a lid But I used Lee's Cooker got my around midnight
I'm so shy yall, I'm hip to yall sector six, yeah and now and then too I the trims yall and fades a fake now I the nat yall I'm layin' out yall, yeah
The seasons been smooth the suede Pumas that butter got butter got paid Or yet Dolphy's archetypes for cool dudes Or still 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 the buzzes that I caught They asked was it cool knowledge (What you thought?)
I told 'em it was solid, dig, the was way out My baby loves to when Ornette just lays out So the quotes be as such the kits, uh You down with Digable Planets yous a hipster,
I lay it on the cats monk 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 rat-a-tat-tat by Max or Joe on we go
The fly shit yall, we dont yall Its slick here and its out there A smooth groove kid, the jive is yall We marks yall okay pow me up
Uh, the seasons been fat like boom Doodlebugs jazz fillin' up the room When Booker jam with Eric at the five spot Jimmy job was layin' crashes on the top
cop his lid at this little Harlem jam The tenor bop the and his shades and his tam I'm diggin' how these dudes made my buzz a hipper And angles on the moves really get no blacker
I'm sinkin' deep to the of the horn I'm thinkin' take the and just lay it in my form So when the hoodlums flood waitin' for 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 used to come lovely The sickness towards the worlds cause Sam caused the But hipness takes a swirl and by my crew
space yall, we swing time yall Its milk yeah, its like be bop The new slips, oh shit, we got fly kicks Its jazz, uh, its like us now