th day of July There was not a cloud to speak of So the orange sun hung lonely in the sky I lay prone in my catboat home Thinking of fine nappy Jackie and his jazz
[Black Thought] Uhh.. the molecular mass of that rhythmic ass grass is organic hip-hop jazz that you are all about to witness Groovy units check it owwwwt
New York spin it from the wheelchairs With cancer, my voodoo ready to roll Ask Harlem Hospital, you can't cure shit HMV at the cash register, girls tryin' to make me buy CD's Soft jazz
stuck on the grind Cussin' without a line, a lot of suckers came Yeah you talkin' shit, but we can all tell he ass Jazz and black his eyes like the R. Kelly mass
've got the jazz We've got the jazz We've got the jazz We've got the jazz We've got the jazz We've got the jazz We've got the jazz We've got the jazz
We got the jazz We got the jazz We got the jazz We got the jazz We got the jazz We got the jazz We got the jazz We got the jazz Stern firm and young
ete a Montreal Suis le funk Baby, pour t'arreter a Montreal Basquets, casquette comme tu voies la rigueur du froid s'est faite oublier Pour illustrer le Jazz
, pour un t Montral Suis le funk Baby, pour t'arrter Montral Basquets, casquette comme tu voies la rigueur du froid s'est faite oublier Pour illustrer le Jazz
the fill up No gas, and when I spits like acid Smoke reefer, blow ether, spit ashes 'Cause young Rule is in his prime like 'Clay Cassius' Hated by the masses
you came back with that mass appeal Now diamonds for your pearl, clicking in heels Shaking that ass for extra value meals And down that part of town that frightens the masses
fill up No gas, and when I spits like acid smoke weed, but blow ether, spit ashes cause young Rule in his prime like 'Clay Cassius' Hated by the masses
time, so put a tape in your tape deck Sit down, relax, as I drop facts Rhymes attract the crowd once I got em down pat I'm teachin the masses, join up
I took this photograph soaking wet After an 8-ball's cataract broke a jazz face threat The same touch to the chest of a young musician He wrote his own
the weak and yo I wrecks the comb from picking cause I'm cool and umm, kicks 'pon the dome I'm kicking, on the regular I puts masses in motions Shit'll
you came back with that mass appeal Now diamonds for your pearl, clicking and heels Shaking that ass for extra value meals And down that part of town, that frightens the masses
, down low, incognito The torpedo, that tore flows, that tore shows, through tore clothes, before blows, through torsos, It's Apathy, so large my physical mass
A sudden malfunctional problem with the... Can everybody tell me what's going on over here what a hell sabydubydabydudydadydaa dudududuu good to be that Jazz jazz