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