I'm blue mood yall, I slive jiva yall I'm actually yall, invented time yall In ten fourths yall, I pay cap yall I player late yall and draw to
I bust raps yall, in love with yall The sweet kid, I speak my thoughts yall I wreck the yall, dont trust the flag yall I dig the yall, I'm layin' out now, yeah
The been good like a sweet I hang out with a gang out flat bush with beats I found the reverberated was goddamn And questions 'bout the methods how the made jam
through a gang a murk in the interim I couple time we got but still invented them Wicked little kinky joints got us ghetto weight And kept the jazz alive by pullin' off the plates
Maybe we was hip to stretchin' out the brain I felt Bird Parker when I it in my vein I toss major 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 losin' Bud Powell slidin' over Dizzy's
Was it that the rebirth was the birth for new shit, of cool The power showers from the crew was sure legit But hey, present since Hank Mo's gone They kill the coolest in this land of the free
And it like that since they lied about they flag Like all my mans gave they beats up for skags So I pops it at your crew Bu I did a lid But I used Lee's Cooker got my buzz midnight
I'm so shy yall, I'm hip to yall From sector six, and now and then too I slows the trims yall and fades a now I know the nat yall I'm layin' out yall,
The been smooth like the suede that butter got when butter got paid Or better yet Dolphy's for cool dudes Or better still usin' space in afro blue
Its simple, swing be the of the time The spinnin' by the kings good for of the mind The seven sessions gave the buzzes that I caught They was it cool 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 be as such bout the kits, uh You down Digable Planets yous a hipster, shit
I lay it on the cats about The logical extensions comin' boomin' out that Assumin' that the room in 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 groove kid, the jive is high yall We aint marks okay pow me up
Uh, the seasons been fat some boom Doodlebugs math jazz fillin' up the When jam with Eric at the funky five spot Jimmy Cob's job was layin' on the top
Butter cop his lid at this Harlem jam The tenor bop the middle and his 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 sinkin' deep to the sleekness of the I'm thinkin' take the 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 on and on to the break of moon, baby The dads is gone but they used to come The sickness towards the worlds cause Sam the blues But takes a swirl and jams by my crew
space yall, we swing time yall Its like yeah, its like be bop The new slips, oh shit, we got fly kicks Its jazz, uh, its like us now