Jazz (we've got)

Woo...grand groove, grand groove (2x)

Rough, rough, rugged

Tough like a nugget

Listen to The Abstract Poetic, don't snub it

The midnight marauder is the hype beat arranger

Don't front on my lyrics or the tool 'cause it's danger

Hook you like a junkie, you'll flip like a monkey

To the openness of the rhythm, so proceed because I'm funky

I get down, down like a fly hooker's panties

Make you catch a spirit and motivate a fanny

I be the fly poet, rappers, they get jelly

Upset when I rock, 'cause yo, they rhymes is smelly

See, I got it going on like a Forbes tax return

Listening to these lyrics when it's hot will make it burn

Baby burn, baby burn, up into the heavens

The skies up above, the one you think of

Is the highly regarded, hell of the people

Your mic and my mic? Come on, yo, no equal (Word!)

So if ya wanna do it to yourself

That is to mess around with the jazz, then just blame yourself

'Cause you made your bed, so now you lay in it

That's your shit on the floor, then go and play in it

I refuse to catch a 'L' in a battle

'Cause yo, I got the jazz and I'll whup a rapper's ass

Into little next to nuthin'

Test me if I'm frontin'

I'll pass with flying colors 'cause yo, I am that brotha that can rock

Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) (Repeat 4X)

We've got the jazz, we've got the jazz, come on

Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) (Repeat 4X)

We've got the jazz

Come on, come on, Phife

No need for introductions 'cause you know who I be

(The Phife Dawg) Yep, the one who loves to slaugher MC's

I got style, grace and razamatazz

I'm like my girl Patrice Rushen, yo, I add pizzazz, now

Most people remember Phife from the Phife like smoothness

But now it's time to hit you with roughneck rudeness

I'm still vexed, fuming, gots to come raw

The first punk that tries to flex, I'll be cracking your jaw

I'll mold you, fold you, roll you up like a spliff

Don't ever try for test or else that ass will get whipped

I'm forever poppin' junk, it's like a fat invite

To any MC who wants to flex, yo, we can do this tonight

Gel up my posse up on Linden and 1-9-2

Pull up my brothas from Sayers Ave., the Brooklyn Zoo

All my crew up in Strong Island, so yo, don't sleep

'Cause it only takes a beat to watch that ass get beat

Brothas wanna play rough, but they can all get some

Wanna be hero, but you're a zero, that means you gets none

Don't ever try to step to a kid you can't get with

Why mess with a brotha that your girl once slept with?

I'm a negro, he's a negro, wanna be a negro too?

But beatin' on a girl, is somethin' that a puss' would do

I love jazz, but that doesn't mean that I'm timid

Not really a gangsta rapper but I can swing it for a minute

Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) (Repeat 4X)

Come on

Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) (Repeat 3X)

We got the jazz, we got the jazz, come on

I go...woo..., ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, grand groove, grand groove

Yeah, and it's the beat

Ah baby, ah baby, ah baby, ah baby

Go ooh...ha-ha-ha-ha-ha...grand groove, grand groove

Yeah, and it's the beat

Check it out

We got the jazz, y'all (Repeat 3X)

Tear it up, y'all

1, 2, y'all

Tear it up, y'all

We got the jazz, y'all

Check it out, y'all

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