Jazz (We've Got) [Re-Recording][Version]
A Tribe Called Quest
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Rough, rough, rugged Tough like a nugget Listen to the Abstract Poetic, dont snub it The Midnight Marauder is the hype beat arranger Dont front on the lyrics or the two cuz its danger Hook you like a junkie, youll flip like a monkey To the openness of the rhythm, so proceed because Im funky I get down, down like a fly hookers panties Make you catch a spirit and motivate a fanny I be the fly poet, rappers, they get jelly Upset when I rock, cuz yo, they beats is smelly See, I got it goin on like a Forbes tax return Listenin to these lyrics when its hot will make it burn Baby burn, baby burn, up into the heavens The skies up above, the one you think of Is the highly regarded, hell of the people Your mic and my mic? Come on, yo, no equal So if ya wanna do it to yourself That is to mess around with the jazz, then just blame yourself Cuz you made your bed, so now you lay in it Thats your (shit) on the floor, then go and play in it I refuse to catch a L in a battle Cuz yo, I got the jazz and Ill whup a rappers (ass) Into little next to nuthin Test me if Im frontin Im passin flyin colors cuz yo Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) We've got the jazz Come on Come on, Phife No need for introductions cuz you know who I be (the Phife Dawg) Yep, the one who loves to slaugher MCs I got style, grace and razamatazz Im like my girl Patrice Rushen, yo I add pizazz, now Most people remember Phife from the Phife like smoothness But now its time to hit you with roughneck rudeness Im still vexed, fuming, gots to come raw The first punk that tries to flex, Ill be cracking your jaw Ill mold you, fold you, roll you up like a spliff Dont ever try to test or else that (ass) will get whipped Im forever poppin junk, its like a fat invite To any MC who wants to flex, yo, we can do this tonight Gel up my posse up on Linden and 1-9-2 Pull up my brothas from Sayers Ave., the Brooklyn Zoo All my crew up in Strong Island, so yo, dont sleep Cuz it only takes a peek to watch that (ass) get beat Brothas wanna play rough, but they can all get some Wanna be hero, but youre a zero, that means you gets none Dont ever try to step to a kid you cant get with Why mess with a brotha that your girl once slept with? Im a negro, hes a negro, wanna be a negro too? But beatin on a woman, is somethin that a puss would do I love jazz, but that doesnt mean that Im timid Not really a gangsta rapper but I can swing it for a minute Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) Come on Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) Come on
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Written by: KAMAAL IBN JOHN FAREED, MALIK IZAAK TAYLOR, ALI SHAHEED JONES-MUHAMMAD
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