Jazz (feat. US, ILL DOOTS & BPad)
A-Rob
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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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