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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