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