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

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

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

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

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

Its like was the bop and the flair
I kicks to my by the nap of their hair
I'm pinnin' Sam for the death of swingin' quotes
For losin' Bud Powell over Dizzy's notes

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

And it been like that since 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 Lee's Cooker got my buzz around midnight

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

The been smooth like the suede
Pumas that butter got butter got paid
Or better yet Dolphy's archetypes for cool
Or better still Trane usin' space in blue

Its simple, swing be the of the time
The spinnin' by the good for speakin' of the mind
The forty seven sessions gave the buzzes that I
They asked was it cool blues
(What you thought?)

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

I lay it on the cats monk
The logical extensions boomin' out that trunk
Assumin' that the room in which you zooms designed by mind
Not the stars and stripes but red booms
And the by Max or Philly Joe on we go

The fly yall, we dont quit yall
Its slick beats here and its out
A smooth kid, the jive is high yall
We marks yall okay pow me up

Uh, the seasons been fat like some
math jazz fillin' up the room
When Booker jam with at the funky five spot
Cob's job was layin' 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 dudes made my buzz a little
And angles on the moves couldnt get no blacker

I'm sinkin' deep to the of the horn
I'm thinkin' take the hipness and lay it in my form
So the hoodlums flood waitin' for another 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 they to come lovely
The towards the worlds cause Sam caused the blues
But takes a swirl and jams by my crew

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