Q-Tip:
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Woo...Grand groove, grand groove (2X)
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Rough, rough, rugged
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Tough like a nugget
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Listen to the Abstract Poetic, don't snub it
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The Midnight Marauder is the hype beat arranger
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Don't front on the lyrics or the two cuz it's danger
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Hook you like a junkie, you'll flip like a monkey
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To the openness of the rhythm, so proceed because I'm funky
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I get down, down like a fly hooker's panties
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Make you catch a spirit and motivate a fanny
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I be the fly poet, rappers, they get jelly
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Upset when I rock, cuz yo, they beats is smelly
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See, I got it goin on like a Forbes tax return
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Listenin to these lyrics when it's hot will make it burn
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Baby burn, baby burn, up into the heavens
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The skies up above, the one you think of
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Is the highly regarded, hell of the people
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Your mic and my mic? Come on, yo, no equal
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So if ya wanna do it to yourself
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That is to mess around with the jazz, then just blame yourself
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Cuz you made your bed, so now you lay in it
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That's your (shit) on the floor, then go and play in it
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I refuse to catch a 'L' in a battle
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Cuz yo, I got the jazz and I'll whup a rapper's (ass)
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Into little next to nuthin
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Test me if I'm frontin
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I'm passin flyin colors cuz yo...
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Chorus (Q-Tip):
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Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) (7X)
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We've got the jazz
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Come on
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Come on, Phife
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Phife:
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No need for introductions cuz you know who I be (the Phife Dawg)
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Yep, the one who loves to slaugher MCs
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I got style, grace and razamatazz
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I'm like my girl Patrice Rushen, yo
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I add pizazz, now
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Most people remember Phife from the Phife like smoothness
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But now it's time to hit you with roughneck rudeness
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I'm still vexed, fuming, gots to come raw
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The first punk that tries to flex, I'll be cracking your jaw
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I'll mold you, fold you, roll you up like a spliff
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Don't ever try to test or else that (ass) will get whipped
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I'm forever poppin junk, its like a fat invite
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To any MC who wants to flex, yo, we can do this tonight
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Gel up my posse up on Linden and 1-9-2
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Pull up my brothas from Sayers Ave., the Brooklyn Zoo
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All my crew up in Strong Island, so yo, don't sleep
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Cuz it only takes a peek to watch that (ass) get beat
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Brothas wanna play rough, but they can all get some
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Wanna be hero, but you're a zero, that means you gets none
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Don't ever try to step to a kid you can't get with
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Why mess with a brotha that your girl once slept with?
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I'm a negro, he's a negro, wanna be a negro too?
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But beatin on a woman, is somethin that a puss would do
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I love jazz, but that doesn't mean that I'm timid
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Not really a gangsta rapper but I can swing it for a minute
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Q-Tip:
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Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) (3X)
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Come on
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Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) (3X)
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Come on
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I go...woo...grand groove, grand groove
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Ooh...grand groove, grand groove
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Check it out
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We got the jazz y'all (3X)
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(ad lib)
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Jazz (We've Got...)(Re-recording)
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| A Tribe Called Quest |
