I'm blue mood yall, I slive with yall I'm actually deep yall, invented time In ten fourths yall, I pay your cap I player late 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, dont trust the flag I dig the yall, I'm layin' out now, yeah
The seasons been good a sweet I hang out with a gang out flat bush cool beats I found the reverberated was goddamn And questions 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 that got us ghetto weight And also kept the jazz alive by off the plates
only we was hip to stretchin' out the brain I Bird Parker when I shot it in my vein I toss these major losses on the Mingus jazzy Flip off into a nod and dig myself a young
Its like was the bop and the flair I to my pools 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 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 They kill the coolest breeze in this of the free
And it been like that since lied about they flag Like all my main gave they beats up for skags So I pops it at your like Bu I did a lid But I used Cooker got my buzz around midnight
I'm so shy yall, I'm hip to yall From sector six, and now and then too I slows the trims and fades a fake now I the nat yall I'm layin' out yall, yeah
The seasons been smooth like the Pumas that got when butter got paid Or yet Dolphy's archetypes for cool dudes Or better still Trane usin' in afro blue
Its simple, swing be the freakin' of the The by the kings good for speakin' of the mind The seven sessions gave the buzzes that I caught They asked was it blues knowledge (What you thought?)
I told 'em it was solid, dig, the was way out My baby to kiss when Ornette just lays out So the quotes be as bout the kits, uh You down with Digable Planets a hipster, shit
I lay it on the cats about The logical comin' boomin' out that trunk Assumin' the room 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 yall, we dont quit yall Its slick beats 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 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 on the moves really couldnt get no blacker
I'm deep to the sleekness of the horn I'm thinkin' the hipness and just lay it in my form So when the hoodlums flood waitin' for another I say its in the cause it notin' but rhythm
And rhythm goes on and on to the break of moon, The dads is gone but used to come lovely The sickness towards the worlds cause Sam the blues But hipness a swirl and jams by my crew
Infect space yall, we swing time Its like yeah, its like be bop The new scat slips, oh shit, we got fly Its jazz, uh, its like us now