Jazz (We Got the...)
(专辑: The Anthology - 1999)
[Intro/Chorus] We got the
jazz [X4] [Verse One: Q-Tip] Stern firm and young with a
laid-back tongue The
aim is to succeed and achieve at 21 Just like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound Captivate the
mass, cause the
prose is profound Do it for the
strong, we do it for the
meek Boom it in your boom it in your boom it in your Jeep Or your Honda or your Beemer or your Legend or your Benz The
rave of the
town to your foes and your friends So push it, along, trails, we blaze Don't deserve the
gong, don't deserve the
praise The
tranquility will make ya unball your fist For we put hip-hop on a
brand new twist A
brand new twist with the
homie-alistic So low-key that ya probably missed it And yet it's so loud that it stands in the
crowd When the
guy takes the
beat, they bowed So raise up squire, address your attire We have no time to wallow in the
mire If you're on a
foreign path, then let me do the
lead Join in the
essence of the
cool-out breed Then cool out to the
music cuz it makes ya feel serene Like the
birds and the
bees and all those groovy things Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work Or staring into space when you're feeling berserk I
don't really mind if it's over your head Cuz the
job of resurrectors is to wake up the
dead So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher And after the
horns, you can check out the
Phifer [Chorus] [Verse Two: Phife Dawg] Competition, dem Phifer come sideway But competition, dey mus' me come straightway Competition, dem Phifer come sideway But competition, dey mus' come straightway Hows about that, it seems like it's my turn again All through the
years my mike has been my best friend I
know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it? Some even wanna dis me, but why sweat it? I'm all into my music cuz it's how I
make papes Trying to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes Me sweat another? I
do my own thing Strictly hardcore tracks, not a
new jack swing I
grew up as a
Christian so to Jah I
give thanks Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks I
sing, and chat, I
do all of that It's 1991 and I
refuse to come wack I
take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock But the
Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop I
got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I
fear Stop look and listen, but please don't stare So jet to the
store, and buy the
LP On Jive/RCA, cassettes and CD's Produced and arranged by the
four-man crew And oh shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too Make sure you have a
system with some phat house speakers So the
new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequa Cuz where I
come from quality is job one And everybody up on Linden know we get the
job done So peace to that crew, and peace to this crew Bring on the
tour, we'll see you at a
theatre nearest you [Verse Three: Q-Tip] Hey yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up Please let the
Abstract embellish on the
cut Back and forth just like a
Cameo song If you dig this joint then please come dance along To the
music cuz it's done just for the
rhyme Now I
gotta scat and get mine, underline The
jazz, the
what? The
jazz can move that ass Cuz the
Tribe originates that feeling of pizzazz It's the
universal sound, best to brothers underground In the
one-six below, ya didn't have to go Some say that I'm a
sinner cuz I
once had an orgy And sometimes for breakfast I
eat grits and porgies If this is a
stinker, then call me a
stink, I
ask "What? What? What?" now check it out All my peoples in Queens ya don't stop Now all my peoples in Brooklyn ya don't stop And all my peoples uptown ya don't stop That includes the
Bronx a' Harlem ya don't stop Now to that girl Ramelle ya don't stop I
say because Ladies First ya don't stop And to the
JB's, ya don't stop And De La Soul, ya don't stop To my Brand Nubians ya don't stop And to my Leaders of the
New ya don't stop To my man Large Professor ya don't stop Pete Rock for the
beat ya don't stop Everybody in the
place ya don't stop Ya keep it on, to the
rhythm, ya don't stop And last but not least on the
sure shot It's the
Zulu nation