Lyrics:
ask you,
What good is bread
Now that jazz is dead
I'm losing my head
Now that jazz is dead
Don't play me none of that funk
Unless it's by Miles Davis
I do all of that
It's 1991 and I refuse to come wack
I take off my hat to other crews that tend to rock
But the Low End Theory's here, it's time
I do all of that
It's 1991 and I refuse to come wack
I take off my hat to other crews that tend to rock
But the Low End Theory's here, it's time
Created by white men or any other white man
That pretended he originated
And contended that he innovated a jazz thing
Of course we know who can really blow
It's showtime now
Da-da, doo-bi-doo-bi-doo
Jazz, oh, Jazz
I wanna live free all the time
Take control 'cause this is my life
This world will
He was a canvas-back'd scatterbrain from Jazz Street
He had a '65 Chevy and and a surfer shirt full a-parakeets
It's a dead-end road by Love Canal
conquered by you
I'll ever be corageous to tell you are very outrageous when you jazz that funk
I'll ever be corageous to tell you are very outrageous when
6 Years ago
The best thing occurred
I got in a school that I had never heard
It all seemed so real
I honestly could feel
My life turning like
and find out once and for all, why it's better than anything else.
Why is it jazz? Because it's made up of jazz notes, played by jazz people on jazz
has taken place that we are governed by fools?
*
We've had problems from self-appointed Gods from Bishops to MPs.
They've tried to ban our
All makes me wonder...
Jazz mean woman, makes me wonder
I never knew
That she was
the sign of the times
Glee, Glee, we Glee, Glee, yeah
Yeah, real Glee, for real Z, for
Heavens obligatory, I'm just sayin'
On the scene, screamin', "Glee Glee", I'm
Jazz(yeah yeah)
Hit them with the pizzazz
I'm talkin
You're the something that I wanna do, you can call me daddy, bitch I'm fucking Yandu
I slid up in your
Come on baby, come on down (let's razzmatazz and all that jazz)
Come on baby come on down (let's razzmatazz and all that jazz)
Let's plug ourselves in
Come on baby, come on down (let's razzmatazz and all that jazz)
Come on baby come on down (let's razzmatazz and all that jazz)
Let's plug ourselves in
Now they got a bloody face and they still bumpin' lowercase
Man, I guess that says a lot
Got that 'New Jazz' on the block
Start my mornings with a rip
was beyond compare
A song that left them all in awe
A song played by John Coltrane, who saw
In "New Millennium Cyanide Christ"
A chance to show
jazz is to me
History repeating itself like a
All the great cars of the world in one massive collision
All the doctors swallowed up by one
hour bunnies by the tick tock
Scoring all my goals trophie golden foot on
All this heat coming from the PC as it boots on
Got the money don't need
Tommy go rata, tat, tat, tat
I hit that drum and I hit that pack
Tommy go rata, tat, tat, tat
I hit that drum and I hit that pack
At my Jazz Club
myself so how you gonna axe man? (How?)
Used to have the axe in the bag til' the boys on the block told me chase that bag (Glee)
Chasing the bag got me
You are listening to what's presented by that Fiya B
Rapping with that trapping mixing with all that J-A-Z-Z
I know what you're wanting in an artist
your remedy
When you can't find any glee
I will sacrifice myself
So I can see you do well
All my needs can go to Hell
I just hope that I don't fail
My
drinking all the Monkey
And Lord Jazz, hit me one time, make it funky!
"Excuse Mr. Funke man (yes DoItAll)"
-> _Here Come the Lords_ *repeat 3X*
[Lord
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