Jazz (feat. US, ILL DOOTS & BPad)

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Uh, dawn's come
You messed with the wrong one
Nah son don’t lay finger on that phone until the song's done
Bout the make the king jump the f*ck up out his seat
Like I just threw a between the leg oop to Lebron's son
How I put it down when I pick up the pen
Sharp as a penicillin prick I’ll never get pitched in the pen
Pillaging my Palestinian village get popped fast
While poppa telling you bout what he peeped on a podcast well
It’s quite apparent that your parents are parrots
I pour Laphroaig and I pair it
Just to possibly bear it
Bare baritone lately I been feeling low
Bust out the bong, burn that bitch and become the billy goat
I’m bragging now but really though
Ballin' on a budget believe me I’m barely brushing by
Buzzing high, buy me a bunch of brews and I slug em dry
Just me and my bruv, you know US and I
What I tell you bout pressing them buttons on your fucking iPhone man come on
I know you think you know what this is
Get up off your device this that shit
I know you think you know what this is
Uha, Gotta look right at you hoes
Shit wicked like the trade acrozs the transatlantic
I'm transcendental
I transcribe the transcripts that put a trance on mentals
I trained myself in transit to trample all instrumentals
My transient fam trapping for every scrap of metal
Transmute to some new shit, make cents of the rubble
Insurance payment said flame it and claim it we’ll give you double
Guess there's cash under of that ash we grabbed a shovel
They told us its not for us and said it not so subtle
Down the drain goes the puddle
Couple our brains formed a huddle
Realized we in a bubble
Now what we gonna do and try and pop it make a rumble
What happened next, get a record, cut it
Emcees, freestyle like bikes
Or read lines, like the neighborhood
On the mic, they'd shout out every hood
Youth response to this was very good
World started to crack, started to hear em
Boombox system transistor to the spirit
A long lineage when you Gil Scott-Heron this
From the first griots that ever kicked it with the rhythmicness
Born through the black even past it to the gringos
They still doing it from Aramingo to Ringgold
Hip Hop made us a home I’m not alone
But when I’m mother fucking rapping better get up off your phone
Bitch damn, I care about this shit you fucking texting, damn

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Written by: Ameen Rahman, Anthony Martinez-Briggs

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