can take all my well check's,Leave my health Cause i cant count all this money think i need some help, It's the franchise of zone 6 no jazze cheif i got
day Roll to every station, wreck the DJ Roll to every station, wreck the DJ Hip hop just died this mornin' Hip hop just died this mornin' Hip hop just died this mornin
school a fool I present, a church to repent I get you Guess'n like jeans, you're just a hill of beans I'm all that jazz, and I kick, kick, kick, kick
Butterfly searchin for a relax Pullin from the jazz stacks cause it's Sunday On the air is incense sounds to the ceiling Tried to get this feelin since
Butterfly searchin' for a relax Pullin' from the jazz stacks 'cause it's Sunday On the air is incense sounds to the ceiling Tried to get this feelin'
[Black Thought] From the Tunnels in the wee hours of the black morning From The Roots sprout the Foreign Objects family tree This is mad abstract All
all your teeth for poker chips So wiggedy word wiggedy word I don't smoke the herb And if my hottie smokes the shit I'll kick her to the curb Every morning
hit it Black tie affair I gotta fresh pair of British Ice Berg shirts wit' Ice along wit' it Turquoise, 9-11 Porsche and it's tinted But honey got a lot of jazz
Early in the morning, Could barely feel my face, Cuttin that raw raw hammer on my waist, My baby mammas stressin, im like fuck out of my face, feds on
This is what I have from the life record recorded during Jazz Jamboree in Warsaw (Poland) in 1974 "Corinne, Corinna why (where) you've been so long
no rumpus No tricks' But just in case they jump us We're ready to mix Tonight JETS We're gonna rock it tonight We're gonna jazz it up And have us a ball
Now I'm checkin' out the sounds of the phat jazz drum The horns and the samples with the bass and the boom When added all together it's a phat jazz tune
o' the mornin' to ya (What's the hassle man?) Top o' the mornin' to ya (What's the hassle man?) Top o' the mornin' to ya (What's the hassle man?) Top o' the mornin
scattin' in rhyme She's a divine jewel of jazz She's brazen, simply amazin' And her phrasin', just like a saxophone Workin' in the daytime, jammin', every night Till the mornin
sank In the lake at the break of the morning A cat named Stevens found a faith he could believe in And Joan Baez, I never listened to too much jazz But
sleepin' in a tee and a thong, with your hair in a pony I ain't got no blinds, we can stare at the morning, yup But I can't be there all mornin' I'm a
mornin' or night; Only know it's soundin' right; So come on in and play me Le Jazz Hot, baby, 'Cause I love my Jazz Hot Le Jazz... Hooooooooooooooooooot! Le Jazz
shit Oh, what a job this is Another all-nighter, tryin' to get it done Barely make it home with the morning sun Baby, mother thinking that you on some
