LastOfTheSpiddyocks

Last Of The Spiddyocks - Digable Planets

I'm blue mood yall I slive with jiva yall

I'm actually deep yall invented time yall

In ten fourths yall I pay your cap yall

I player late yall and draw down to

I bust raps yall in love with naps ya all

The sweet beats kid I speak my thoughts yall

I wreck the break yall don't trust the flag yall

I dig the birds yall 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 goddamn

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 Bird Parker when I shot it in my vein

I toss these major losses on the Mingus jazzy strum

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 sh*t of cool sh*t

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 yall I'm hip to badge y all

From sector six yeah and now and then too

I slows the trims ya all and fades a fake now

I know the nat yall I'm layin' out ya 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 sh*t

I lay it on the cats about monk

The logical extensions comin' boomin' out that trunk

Assumin' 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 or Philly Joe on we go

The fly sh*t yall we don't quit yall

It's slick beats here and it's out there

A smooth groove kid the jive is high yall

We ain't marks yall okay pow me up

Uh the seasons been fat like some boom