歌詞:
Jazz Morning

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

[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

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

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

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

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

Get into sweety, and drink all night [RZA] Bebop, we walk with our hats on tilt Pink and white silk, made of shoes on stilts Dressed as the morning milk

teenage cries From deep behind fifty year old eyes Get real, get real I'm scared to touch, too tense to be undone I walk the streets not expecting morning

see her swaying In New Orleans nightly You know I wanna be there Drinking in the morning Holler in the evening Dr. Jazz Dr. Jazz Bake my jelly