Hit y'all with a flurry flurry of jazz Leaving y'all niggas blurry blurry Brew up some shit like I'm cooking for y'all When I'm done then I come looking
the place to be My name is MC Ice-T I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me We about to tear stuff up, y'all feel good? Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate
Every night your line is busy All that buzzin' makes me dizzy Couldn't count on all my fingers All the dates you had with swingers Bye, bye, bye, baby
school a fool I present, a church to repent I get you Guess'n like jeans, you're just a hill of beans I'm all that jazz, and I kick, kick, kick, kick
My shit's on natural high The man can't put no thing on me So dig me when my mind stretch out, it?s astro black Time reachin' end to end, nappy afro
"Cool.." - Rakim (cut and scratched 3X by Polo) [Kool G. Rap] I play it Kool, gettin to tour just like a jazz player Your record player ain't nothin
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust (8X) Chorus: Black Thought (4X) It's Common Dust y'all, and you don't stop For you to trust y'all, with real hip-hop
ha ha ha And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all...
Marvin Gaye taught me Lessons of anger and time That's just the tip of the ice berg Floatin' in my mind Not to mention All the jazz and instrumentals
the dark In the soul, in ya heart To the end, from the start Good music In the light, in the dark In the soul, in ya heart To the end, from the start
a dope patoi, all eyes open on Yeshua (Jesus) Lester (Young) was there, so was Ms. Badu Louie (Armstrong) played turmpet on West End Blues Ain't that
I want to write you a poem That stands the test of all time A couplet, a quatrain, a ballad, a note With meter and rythym and rhyme I want it to speak
real, order them all That's an auto-fraud Almost bought one, they told me 60 thou I took my cash, spend it round town like Taz Last king, young CEO, my nigga Jazz
Ay, Ay Ay man Freezy, I need it this year, baby (Need it this year, baby) Ay Jazze, I need some vocals now sing it big boy (Jazze) It's the Birdman,
you hoping that you heard four So just before we go we want you to know We're glad you let us show you how we always end up with that jazz We don't call
all would, I do what I can, do what I can" Downstairs he's playing Kenton, the Magnavox sighs And, oh, how the music has changed in all of our lives
afraid Fuck up wit all these rookie MCs Smell like a bunch of pussy to me Fuck 'em, fuck 'em good, fuck 'em long, fuck 'em hard Fuck who? Fuck 'em all
trying to put a suppository in my rear end. I was squirming and wrigglin' and gigglin'. you know, cause I was get Tickled. then I'd cry, c Ause I was all
