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No be say we no dey hustle
No be say we give up
If we never make am
Oh my brother no dey mock us
Do your thing on lowkey
Oh my brother no dey too

Такой звучок ща в голове
Dirty грешный бит, я для него как люцифер
Я бы делал бля new jazz, но Toxi$ мне не конкурент
Pull up, pull up! Turn on my flow -

Cause cringe on keytar n pronouncing it gee tar
Pave them in pavement aka difna bilgar seared n mixed up with tar
Gather round now, it all comes down

Yo
Ayo Trinz
It's fucking 12am and fucking I'm gonna rip this beat, trust me
Ay Trinny, turn it up a bit in the headphones please bro
Let me hear

mad
On your way back from college and your marks weren't bad
You said you liked old soul, reggae and jazz
You lent me two tapes Shinehead, Lakim Shabazz

on the screen
The face of the native tongues, it would seem to me
I mean, 91 or 92, I was a fiend
The jazz infusion with the beats grabbed a hold of me
I rinsed

a story
I am not trynna sing
Growing up I ain't had shit
I had to be a men
Feeling like Nelly It's hot
In here boii
Nigga kut da fan
Hot boy
Feeling Like

Kingzarah testimony:
mewoya mewoya chim emewoya 
Iye nyiri madu omume (you must to call omeneh!)

Na every morning when I wake up

Me la chillo col rap
Atterro senza I flap
Tutti fanno clap clap
Non è mica un world cup
Non ci fermi no stop
Ti portiamo più in up
Appena parte il

Hey...hey...we're gonna do a jazz beat while you walk out
Alright, so my next guest
Another local hip-hop artist
Hallowed be thy flow...
Father

getting started and I came with vibe

It’s quarter to blow I don’t joke with the time

If am wanted killing beat is the crime

And I won’t give up I must

Slap a whack rapper with A gummy worm
Paycheck come in a day Ago now it's money Burned
Chopped up drums on a Poorly sampled jazz song
I'm losing

I got blues on me like a jazz band
Got a bag on me like a trash man
Two bitches tag-teaming like it's SummerSlam Rob Van Dan, in your hoe

cuticle
Haven't been to weddings near as much I've been to funerals
But crucibles is crucial cuz it makes this shit doable
Eureka
Turn up the speakers
I get

jazz wey you use girl I like this type
To leave you now na big lai lai

Cause I go Dey craze for your body ohh
Go out and invest my money
Anybody wey try

were no sabi flow se na juju abi na jazz cos I don’t know shout out to all deejays were dey put my song on replay

lyrics
Don't hit me with that fake

even know
Yeah a nigga do got court but I don't even show
Thumbing thru a couple a racks twist some exotic up
You could see by my expression that I don't

so don't even finish yo sentence
Like please just shut up and zip it
Feel like a lottery ticket I'm winning
Talk so much jazz in the mic, and it feel

to the king, yeah
Whoa, hold up
What you mean that I ain't gon' change?
All tore up
Drugs had me gone in outer space
Don't notice
But God moves when His people

(Ugh, Sock it to me, Jazz)
(The Cosmos)
I know I'ma make it someday
Shawty on her knees like it's Sunday
Nigga run up on me then it's gun play
She

this melting pot of jazz, hip-hop, and rock
West Knox, it is the hood that we are straight up reppin'
My homie's on guitar, and he's the secret weapon

Cannabis Professor
I get inspired by the blunt
So light it up
I get inspired by the blunt
Paranoia
I get inspired by the blunt
Hey, look
I gotta teach y'all

And it's such a blessing, you getting kicked out, just like jazz did on Fresh Prince, boy
I am ready for the new, I'm ready for the new, it is coming soon,

that the temperature rising
On a cloud kinda feels like I'm flying
Take me up, I don't mind improvising
You're the pilot
I'm under your control
Like no