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I'm blue mood yall, I with jiva yall
I'm actually yall, invented time yall
In ten yall, I pay your cap yall
I player yall and draw down to

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

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

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

only we was hip to stretchin' out the brain
I felt Bird Parker when I it in my vein
I toss these major losses on the Mingus jazzy
Flip off 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 hair
I'm pinnin' Uncle Sam for the death of quotes
For losin' Bud Powell slidin' Dizzy's notes

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

And it been like since they lied about they flag
Like all my mans gave they beats up for skags
So I pops it at crew like Bu I did a lid
But I used Lee's Cooker got my buzz around

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

The seasons been smooth the suede
Pumas that butter got when got paid
Or better yet archetypes for cool dudes
Or better still Trane usin' space in blue

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

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

I lay it on the about monk
The logical extensions comin' boomin' out trunk
that the room in which you zooms designed by your mind
Not the stars and stripes but red booms
And the rat-a-tat-tat by Max or Joe on we go

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

Uh, the seasons been fat like some
Doodlebugs jazz fillin' up the room
When Booker jam Eric at the funky five spot
Jimmy job was layin' crashes on the top

Butter cop his lid at little Harlem jam
The tenor bop the middle and his and his tam
I'm diggin' how these dudes my buzz a little hipper
And angles on the moves couldnt get no blacker

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

And rhythm goes on and on to the break of moon,
The dads is gone but they to come lovely
The sickness the worlds cause Sam caused the blues
But hipness a swirl and jams by my crew

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