Digable Planets - Last of the Spiddyocks - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

Rap,Jazz

Tekst piosenki
[Hook 1: Butterfly] I'm blue mood y'all, I slive with jiva y'all I'm actually deep y'all, invented time y'all In ten fourths y'all, I pay your cap y'all I player late y'all and draw down to I bust raps y'all, in love with naps y'all The sweet beats kid, I speak my thoughts y'all I wreck the break y'all, don't trust the flag y'all I dig the birds y'all, I'm layin' out now, yeah [Verse 1: Butterfly] The season's been good like a sweet I hang out with a gang out Flatbush with cool beats I found the reverberated shout was goddamn And questions 'bout the methods how the Planets made jam Wallowed through a gang a murk in the interim I couple times we got jerked but still invented them Wicked little kinky joints that got us ghetto weight And also kept the jazz alive by pullin' off the plates Maybe only we was hip to stretchin' out the brain I felt like Bird Parker when I shot it in my vein I toss these major losses on the Mingus jazzy strum Flip off into a nod and dig myself a dyin' young It's like, cool was the bop and the flair I kicks to my pools by the nap of the hair I'm pinnin' Uncle Sam for the death of swingin' quotes For losin' Bud Powell slidin' over Dizzy's notes Was it that the rebirth was the birth for new shit, of cool shit The jazz power showers from the crew was sure legit But, hey, present since gone Hank Mo's gone They kill the coolest breeze in this land of the free And it been like that since they lied about they flag Like all my main mans gave they beats up for skags So I pops it at your crew like Bu, I did a lid But I used Lee's Cooker got my buzz around midnight [Hook 2: Ladybug Mecca] I'm sunshine y'all, I'm hip to badge y'all From sector six, yeah and now and then too I slows the trims y'all and fades a fake now I know the nat y'all I'm layin' out y'all, yeah [Verse 2: Ladybug] The season's been smooth like the suede Pumas that butter got when butter got paid Or better yet Dolphy's archetypes for cool dudes Or better still Trane usin' space in afro blue It's simple, swing be the freakin' of the time The spinnin' by the kings good for speakin' of the mind The forty seven sessions gave the buzzes that I caught They asked was it cool blues knowledge (What you thought?) I told 'em it was solid, dig, the licks was way out My baby loves to kiss when Ornette just lays out So the quotes be as such bout the kits, uh (You down with Digable Planets, you's a hipster, shit) I lay it on the cats about Monk The logical extensions comin' boomin' out that trunk Assumin' that the room in which you zooms designed by your mind Not the stars and stripes but red Cali booms And the rat-a-tat-tat by Max or Philly Joe on we go [Hook 3: Butterfly] The fly shit y'all, we don't quit y'all It's slick beats here and it's out there A smooth groove kid, the jive is high y'all We ain't marks y'all okay pow me up [Verse 3: Doodlebug] Uh, the seasons been fat like some boom Doodlebug's math jazz fillin' up the room When Booker jam with Eric at the funky five spot Jimmy Cob's job was layin' crashes on the top Butter cop his lid at this little Harlem jam The tenor bop the middle and his shades and his tam I'm diggin' how these dudes made my buzz a little hipper And angles on the moves really couldn't get no blacker I'm sinkin' deep to the sleekness of the horn I'm thinkin' take the hipness and just lay it in my form So when the hoodlums flood waitin' for another anthem I say it's in the blood cause it ain't nothin' but rhythm And rhythm goes on and on to the break of moon, baby The dads is gone but they used to come lovely The sickness towards the world's cause Sam caused the blues But hipness takes a swirl and jams by my crew [Hook 4: Butterfly] Infect space y'all, we swing time y'all It's like milk yeah, it's like be bop The new scat slips, oh shit, we got fly kicks It's like jazz, uh, it's like us now
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