I'm blue mood y'all, I slive with jiva y'all
 I'm actually deep y'all, invented time y'all
 In ten fourths y'all, I pay your cap y'all
 I player late y'all and draw down to
I bust raps y'all, in love with naps y'all
 The sweet beats kid, I speak my thoughts y'all
 I wreck the break y'all, don't [bad word] the flag y'all
 I dig the birds y'all, I'm layin' out now, yeah
The season's been good like a sweet
 I hang out with a gang out flat bush with cool beats
 I found the reverberated shout was [bad word]  And questions 'bout the methods how the Planets made jam
Wallowed through a gang a murk in the interim
 I couple time we got jerked but still invented them
 Wicked little kinky joints that got us ghetto weight
 And also kept the jazz alive by pullin' off the plates
Maybe only we was hip to stretchin' out the brain
 I felt like BIRD PARKER when I shot it in my vein
 I toss these major losses on the MINGUS jazzy [bad word]  Flip off into a nod and dig myself a dyin' young

 It's like cool was the bop and the flair
 I kicks to my pools by the nap of their hair
 I'm pinnin' "Uncle Sam" for the death of swingin' quotes
 For losin' BUD POWELL slidin' over DIZZY'S notes
Was it that the rebirth was the birth for new [bad word]  of cool [bad word]  The jazz power showers from the crew was sure legit
 But hey, present since gone HANK MO's gone
 They kill the coolest breeze in this land of the free
And it been like that since they lied about they flag
 Like all my main mans gave they beats up for skags
 So I pops it at your crew like Bu I did a lid
 But I used LEE'S COOKER got my buzz around midnight
I'm so shy y'all, I'm hip to badge y'all
 From sector six, yeah and now and then too
 I slows the trims y'all and fades a fake now
 I know the nat y'all I'm layin' out y'all, yeah
The season's been smooth like the suede
 Pumas that butter got when butter got paid
 Or better yet DOLPHY's archetypes for cool dudes
 Or better still TRANE usin' space in afro blue
It's simple, swing be the freakin' of the time
 The spinnin' by the kings good for speakin' of the mind
 The forty seven sessions gave the buzzes that I caught
 They asked was it cool blues knowledge
 (What you thought?)
I told 'em it was solid, dig, the licks was way out
 My baby loves to kiss when ORNETTE just lays out
 So the quotes be as such bout the kits, uh
 You down with Digable Planets yous a hipster, [bad word] I lay it on the cats about MONK
 The logical [bad word]  boomin' out that [bad word]  a*sumin' that the room in which you zooms designed by your mind
 Not the stars and stripes but red Cali? booms
 And the rat-a-tat-tat by MAX (rcoach) or PHILLY JOE on we go
The fly [bad word] y'all, we don't quit y'all
 It's slick beats here and it's out there
 smooth groove kid, the jive is high y'all
 We ain't marks y'all okay pow me up
Uh, the seasons been fat like some boom
 Doodlebug's math jazz fillin' up the room
 When BOOKER(james) jam with  ERIC (dolphy) at the funky five spot
JIMMY COB's job was layin' crashes on the top
Butter cop his lid at this little Harlem jam
 The tenor bop the middle and his shades and his tam
 I'm diggin' how these dudes made my buzz a little hipper
 And angles on the moves really couldn't get no blacker
I'm sinkin' deep to the sleekness of the horn
 I'm thinkin' take the hipness and just lay it in my form
 So when the hoodlums flood waitin' for another anthem
 I say it's in the blood cause it notin' but rhythm
And rhythm goes on and on to the break of moon, baby
 The dads is gone but they used [bad word] lovely
The sickness towards the world’s cause Sam caused the bl