We got the jazz
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We got the jazz
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We got the jazz
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We got the jazz
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Stern firm and young with a laid-back tongue
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The aim is to succeed and achieve at 21
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Just like ringling brothers, I'll daze and astound
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Captivate the mass, cause the prose is profound
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Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek
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Boom it in your boom it in your boom it in your jeep
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Or your honda or your beemer or your legend or your benz
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The rave of the town to your foes and your friends
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So push it, along, trails, we blaze
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Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise
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The tranquility will make ya unball your fist
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For we put hip-hop on a brand new twist
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A brand new twist with the homie-alistic
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So low-key that ya probably missed it
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And yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd
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When the guy takes the beat, they bowed
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So raise up squire, address your attire
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We have no time to wallow in the mire
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If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead
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Join in the essence of the cool-out breed
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Then cool out to the music 'cause it makes ya feel serene
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Like the birds and the bees and all those groovy things
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Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work
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Or staring into space when you're feeling berserk
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I don't really mind if it's over your head
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'Cause the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead
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So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher
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And after the horns, you can check out the phifer
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We got the jazz
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Competition, dem phifer come sideway
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But competition, dey mus' me come straightway
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Competition, dem phifer come sideway
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But competition, dey mus' come straightway
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Hows about that, it seems like it's my turn again
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All through the years my mike has been my best friend
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I know some brothers wonder, can phifer really kick it?
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Some even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?
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I'm all into my music 'cause it's how I make papes
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Tryin' to make hits, like kid capri makes tapes
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Me sweat another? i do my own thing
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Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing
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I grew up as a christian so to jah I give thanks
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Collect my banks, listen to shabba ranks
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I sing, and chat, I do all of that
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It's 1991 and I refuse to come wack
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I take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock
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But the low end theory's here, it's time to wreck shop
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I got tip and shah, so whom shall I fear
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Stop look and listen, but please don't stare
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So jet to the store, and buy the lp
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On jive/rca, cassettes and cd's
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Produced and arranged by the four-man crew
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And oh shit, skiff anselm, he gets props too
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Make sure you have a system with some phat house speakers
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So the new shit can rock, from mars to massapequa
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'Cause where I come from quality is job one
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And everybody up on linden know we get the job done
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So peace to that crew, and peace to this crew
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Bring on the tour, we'll see you at a theatre nearest you
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Hey yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up
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Please let the abstract embellish on the cut
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Back and forth just like a cameo song
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If you dig this joint then please come dance along
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To the music 'cause it's done just for the rhyme
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Now I gotta scat and get mine, underline
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The jazz, the what? the jazz can move that ass
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'Cause the tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz
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It's the universal sound, best to brothers underground
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In the one-six below, ya didn't have to go
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Some say that I'm a sinner 'cause I once had an orgy
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And sometimes for breakfast I eat grits and porgies
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If this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask
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"What? what? what?" - now check it out
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All my peoples in queens ya don't stop
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Now all my peoples in brooklyn ya don't stop
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And all my peoples uptown ya don't stop
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That includes the bronx a' harlem ya don't stop
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Now to that girl ramelle ya don't stop
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I say because ladies first ya don't stop
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And to the jb's, ya don't stop
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And de la soul, ya don't stop
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To my brand nubians ya don't stop
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And to my leaders of the new ya don't stop
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To my man large professor ya don't stop
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Pete rock for the beat ya don't stop
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Everybody in the place ya don't stop
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Ya keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop
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And last but not least on the |