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Jazz (We've Got) Lyrics

Intro/chorus





We got the jazz [x4]





Verse one: q-tip





Stern firm and young with a laid-back tongue


The aim is to succeed and achieve at 21


Just like ringling brothers, i'll daze and astound


Captivate the mass, cause the prose is profound





Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek


Boom it in your boom it in your boom it in your jeep


Or your honda or your beemer or your legend or your benz


The rave of the town to your foes and your friends





So push it, along, trails, we blaze


Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise


The tranquility will make ya unball your fist


For we put hip-hop on a brand new twist





A brand new twist with the homie-alistic


So low-key that ya probably missed it


And yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd


When the guy takes the beat, they bowed





So raise up squire, address your attire


We have no time to wallow in the mire


If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead


Join in the essence of the cool-out breed





Then cool out to the music cuz it makes ya feel serene


Like the birds and the bees and all those groovy things


Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work


Or staring into space when you're feeling berserk





I don't really mind if it's over your head


Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead


So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher


And after the horns, you can check out the phifer





Chorus








Verse two: phife dawg





Competition, dem phifer come sideway


But competition, dey mus' me come straightway


Competition, dem phifer come sideway


But competition, dey mus' come straightway





Hows about that, it seems like it's my turn again


All through the years my mike has been my best friend


I know some brothers wonder, can phifer really kick it?


Some even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?





I'm all into my music cuz it's how i make papes


Tryin' to make hits, like kid capri makes tapes


Me sweat another? i do my own thing


Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing





I grew up as a christian so to jah i give thanks


Collect my banks, listen to shabba ranks


I sing, and chat, i do all of that


It's 1991 and i refuse to come wack





I take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock


But the low end theory's here, it's time to wreck shop


I got tip and shah, so whom shall i fear


Stop look and listen, but please don't stare





So jet to the store, and buy the lp


On jive/rca, cassettes and cd's


Produced and arranged by the four-man crew


And oh shit, skiff anselm, he gets props too





Make sure you have a system with some phat house speakers


So the new shit can rock, from mars to massapequa


Cuz where i come from quality is job one


And everybody up on linden know we get the job done





So peace to that crew, and peace to this crew


Bring on the tour, we'll see you at a theatre nearest you








Verse three: q-tip





Hey yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up


Please let the abstract embellish on the cut





Back and forth just like a cameo song


If you dig this joint then please come dance along


To the music cuz it's done just for the rhyme


Now i gotta scat and get mine, underline





The jazz, the what? the jazz can move that ass


Cuz the tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz


It's the universal sound, best to brothers underground


In the one-six below, ya didn't have to go





Some say that i'm a sinner cuz i once had an orgy


And sometimes for breakfast i eat grits and porgies


If this is a stinker, then call me a stink, i ask


"what? what? what?" - now check it out





All my peoples in queens ya don't stop


Now all my peoples in brooklyn ya don't stop


And all my peoples uptown ya don't stop


That includes the bronx a' harlem ya don't stop





Now to that girl ramelle ya don't stop


I say because ladies first ya don't stop


And to the jb's, ya don't stop


And de la soul, ya don't stop





To my brand nubians ya don't stop


And to my leaders of the new ya don't stop


To my man large professor ya don't stop


Pete rock for the beat ya don't stop





Everybody in the place ya don't stop


Ya keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop


And last but not least on the sure shot


It's the zulu nation