we freak, them universal beats You find it at the spot, you hit at ends of every week We twist, exist to spin the maddest hits Up here funk is our neighbor
the fiber optics Pound so they can knock you down like drop kicks Your head spinnin, your heartbeat's irregular Eardrums ringin, so words don't register It's not classical, jazz
tired of looking at everybody, same boots, skully hats in 90 degree weather, looking to get into clubs for free I'm not smoking blunts, or looking for jazz
am the lifesaver So many misconceptions So many evil deceptions I've come to give direction For I am the lifesaver Scooby doo wah, scooby doo wee Like a jazz
the one you wanna play high post with Warm it up kane, warm as a snorkel Snatch the microphone and do a nigga somethin awful I give him the rhythm-a-jazz
Jazz [Announcer] Make that two) [Velma Kelly] And all that jazz And all that jazz Slick your hair And wear your buckle shoes And all that Jazz I hear
Once again it's the man with the flavor It's lord finesse so run and tell your neighbors So stop sleeping and check out the style I'm freaking I stomp
Lights come on from neighbors woken up And the flash, our cue for the dash to the car To the back porch where we laugh and we pass to the left And reflect
looking at everybody. Same boots, skully hats in 90 degree weather, looking to get into clubs for free. I'm not smoking blunts, or looking for jazz
find it at the spot you hit at ends of every week We twist, exist, to spin the maddest hits Up here funk is our neighbor so we paid her a visit The lip
deceptions (oh I am) I've come to give direction For I, am the lifesaver (the life) [Guru] Scooby doo wah, scooby doo wee Like a jazz player, I improvise
Once again it's the man with the flavor It's Lord Finesse so run and tell your neighbors So stop sleeping and check out the style I'm freaking I stomp
we on some psycho shit P-W can I trouble you for some flava? What? You in the N-O? Then you better ask yo neighbor what The Hell is goin' on here, oh
here to sell more joints than "We Are the World" Flows and old bros and new foes are open and closed shows So never doze attention, the Mecca's representing The uptown jazz
Lights come on from neighbors woken up and the flash is our cue for the dash to the car to the back porch, where we laugh and we pass to the left and
you haven't rehearsed The local record shop that stocks independent hip-hop And hits me on the celly when the latest jem drops I love piano drops, jazz
