: On the bluesiest of days Time is being wished away I close my eyes and think of you Suddenly your light comes through Time doesn't matter anymore
: Stop wondering where And wondering when Your love and emotion should show Chorus: Why don't you believe (Why don't you believe) There is no mystery
's empty You wanna dance? We got what you want Jazzy Jeff and Fresh Prince bustin out with the brand new funk -Get down brand new funk-hit it It was
On the bluesiest of days Time is being wished away I close my eyes and think of you Suddenly your light comes through Time doesn't matter anymore Livin
Stop wondering where And wondering when Your love and emotion should show Chorus: Why don't you believe (Why don't you believe) There is no mystery
die, you'se a past tense So I like to live my life like a big carnival Get drunk, act like an animal I like the rock'n rolll, the funk, the jazz and
but what was foul She said that the pro-black, was goin out of style She said, afrocentricity, was of the past So she got into R&B hip-house bass and jazz
school a fool I present, a church to repent I get you Guess'n like jeans, you're just a hill of beans I'm all that jazz, and I kick, kick, kick, kick
she got big pub but what was foul She said that the 'Pro-black' was going out of style She said, Afrocentricity was of the past So she got into R an' B, hip house, bass and jazz
The funky Cypress Hill shit Let me tell you what happens when you squeeze, you're juice less You can't get loose, so now you're useless Can't feel the funk
slam check the cheers So we greet their virgin ears with a kiss It's so good to be here We jazz up the streets to prove we have beats Fat jazz fat style
know I got to kick 'em Now tell me who's the vice and tell me who's the victim So what is really what, is really what If the funk don't move your butt
where I'm from Fakin' the funk you get did Projects, tenements, pyramids Where I'm from, we're livin' off the boom, boom crack It's that hip hop rockers jazz
like dat, I'm black like dat Well yo I funk like dat, I'm fat like dat I'm in like dat, 'cause I swing like dat We jazz like dat, we freak like dat
Yeah, as a kid growin' up in Brooklyn My pops was a DJ, he had a bunch of records Funk, jazz, rhythm and blues, soul, you know what I'm sayin'? There
hip-hop was a gift that lifted up Loved rap 'til the companies ripped it up Now the soul is set, we've been had like jazz If you down for change then
the styles of speech A dusty head brother mighta saw the bleach Teach I aims not, just to talk my sense Damn I gives not, 'bout the consequence Funk the stylistics, and jazz
[Black Thought] Uhh.. the molecular mass of that rhythmic ass grass is organic hip-hop jazz that you are all about to witness Groovy units check it owwwwt
