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Jay Cameron

Jay Cameron (September 14, 1928 – March 20, 2001) was an American jazz reed musician who played the bass clarinet, baritone saxophone, and B-flat clarinet. more »

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45 adapter ninja star flow spitter
It's a strong mix slow stir neat no bitters
Got 'em all in a titter
This always tends to happen
Like "Did you hear that Jay Cameron started rapping?"
"Isn't he old enough to be all their fathers?"
Damn right gather round watch me school your sons and daughters
With hi ho work flow red light stop go
Ford F150 getting piffy with a spliffy

I dig a sample archeologist
Optimist phlebotomist
Tap into the life blood groove doctor altruist
House hippopotamus hippocampus hypnotist
Step to the tables cut a diamond when I flick my wrist

I steer my soul with a wheel of steel
Suckas live through cameras faking funk to keep it reel

Fleecing clowns and releasing hounds
Mincing beef till its all ground
While my beats just break you down

I fly right brother you Cousteaus dive too low
Couldn't find an ounce of soul at a shoe show
Couldn't find an ounce of soul at the fish monger
Couldn't find an and ounce of gold around the neck of Chris Pronger

Forget your Meh tricks I'm imperial
Jerry Seinfeld eating big bowl of cereal
The sea was angry that day like an old man with soup
Now watch me get funky on a two bar loop

I've been an apathetic athletic academic
Now my pen is pumping I'm a passionate poetic
With a penchant for the hectic
Attention to the crazy
Jay Cameron is anything but lazy

Catch me me at your local record sale or auction
Looking for ingredients to whip up a concoction
On the MPC or the 404
Make that Boot to the Head and y'all want more

I always enjoy the loud and never a quiet quitter
Fire four seam fast balls for the no hitter
Got 'em all in a titter, that always happens somehow
Like "Did you hear that Jay Cameron has beats now?"
"Did you know he's got flows sweet and sour?"
Pull yourself up a chair, grab a plate let's devour
It's far past the hour to  take this shit off pause
Put my 10000 in but please hold your applause

I follow laws thermodynamic
No panic on the cross fader
Entropy gently pushes creators
Like a skater in transition
Half pipe Half baked
Half cocked Half mast
All gas and no brakes

Few takes but mostly I giver
It's a high brow top rope fore arm shiver
Quick jab to the liver grab a ring side chair
Walk away laughing jaws dropped full stare

This world of disrepair
I leave it better than I found it
Phono input I stay grounded
Music surrounds it
Dolby as I walk by
I'm still a big yellow Sony walkman guy

Who's shipping and receiving so it's time to take stock
I got one blue nose and two Red Sox
I got three lake docks par four Taylor Made
And I'm happy to be working on my fifth decade
I age like trig or quadratics
Old houses always have old attics
That's one for the mathematic addicts

Party people I know its a bit much
But I rap more tightly than a Texas crutch
No risk it no brisket a tisket a tasket
My styles as are hard as f*ck and your styles are flaccid
Taking nothing for granted as I flow on
You see what I've planted yeah that's one to grow on

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