Keep It Jazzy

I bump Monk in the morning man
 That's my sorta jam
 Horace Silver on the keys
 Wayne Shorter and
 Freddie Hubbard blowin' bubbles on his trumpet man
 That's really something man
 Ain't it something man?
 Well on the other hand
 A Miles solo flies me over to another land
 Miles smiles, miles in the sky
 Birth of cool, kind of blue
 Bitches brew, which are you?
 Guess it all depends on the situation that you facin'
 Or the day of the week
 Now jazz is a language that's crazy to speak
 Cause ya ain't sayin nothin if ya phrasing is weak
 I stay shaping the beat
 But it's a difficult task at hand to make ya neck snap
 Eva seen Art Blakey vexed at
 Elvin, Max Roach, Haynes or Philly joe
 Damn he kept the beat really tight like a philly roll
 With the rolls fills and the way that he filled the role
 But few steal the show like Jack DeJohnette, Jimmy Cobb
 Billy Higgins, really getting in the swing of things
 I love the feelin' swingin' brings
 I need Mingus for the bass
 I need Billie Holiday to sing this
 I need Coltrane, I need the fingers
 Of Jarret and Evans, I mean the thing is
 The way the note lingers
 Through the late hours as I'm soarin'
 Awaken in the mornin'
 Dexter Gordon oratory roarin up in my auditorium
 Transmittin' storybooks, in a stormy form
 Creating life within the song he formed
 Man you musta got the story wrong
 But this ain't nothing like the corny norm
 Nah this ain't nothing like the corny norm
 Keep it jazzy
 That's my only request
 Keep it swingin'
 Keep it swingin' and fresh
 We Keep it cool
 Keep it cool and tight
 We got the vibe
 We got ya feelin' alright
 Keep it jazzy
 That's my only request
 Keep it swingin'
 Keep it swingin' and fresh
 We Keep it cool
 Keep it cool and tight
 We got the vibe
 We got ya feelin' alright
 While the whole world wildin', I keep silent
 Knocked em all over with the bowling ball shit that we stylin
 Plus the beat got me smiling
 It's so chill, it's hard to come hardcore
 For real, to all the freshmen and sophomores
 We're the class of veterans schoolin the seniors
 Two queens MCs, with
 True demeanor of jazz cats
 Ayo pass that
 Too many famous MCs thats asscrack
 Look out below, the shit we droppin is hazmat
 Stand back
 Make sure you got ya helmet on and ya stance raw
 Hope you prepared for, the mad raw hands-on exhibit in a rare form
 The bass droppin' and hits you like a hail storm
 Hard to bail from the maelstrom but this is that official shit
 Put the stamps on your passport
 Your last thought, when did EC blast off
 This cat told me that jazz is elevator music
 I guess it's all relative depending how you view it
 We're takin' it straight up to the top floor
 And if you don't feel it why your head bop for?
 I got rhymes
 Like blue note's got records
 Enough for millions of measures
 I'm deep, but not feelin' the pressure
 My speech, got feelin' and gestures
 My reach, international sectors
 We free, not constricted or stressin'
 And we stay regeneratin' cool, fool
 Keep it jazzy
 That's my only request
 Keep it swingin'
 Keep it swingin' and fresh
 We Keep it cool
 Keep it cool and tight
 We got the vibe
 We got ya feelin' alright
 Keep it jazzy
 That's my only request
 Keep it swingin'
 Keep it swingin' and fresh
 We Keep it cool
 Keep it cool and tight
 We got the vibe
 We got ya feelin' alright