A Tribe Called Quest - Jazz (We’ve Got) lyrics
[A Tribe Called Quest - Jazz We’ve Got lyrics]
We got the jazz, we got the jazz
We got the jazz, we got the jazz
We got the jazz, we got the jazz
We got the jazz, we got the jazz
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 was 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
Bimmer, 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 you
Unball your fist
For we put Hip Hop on a brand new twist
A brand new twist with a whole heap of mystic
So low-key that you 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, adjust 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 cause
It makes you feel serene
With the birds and the bees
And all those groovy things
Like getting stomach aches when you
Gotta go to work or staring into space when
You're feeling berserk
I don't really mind if it's over your head
Cause 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
We got the jazz, we got the jazz
We got the jazz, we got the jazz
We got the jazz, we got the jazz
We got the jazz, we got the jazz
Competition dem try fe come side way
But competition they must come straight way
Competition dem try fe come side way
But competition they must come straight way
How's about that
It seems like it's my turn again
All through the years my mic
Has been my best friend
I know some brothers wonder
Can Phife really kick it?
Some even wanna diss me, but why sweat it?
I'm all into my music cos
It's how I make papes
Try to make hit's, 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 tend to rock
But the Low End Theory's here
It's time to wreck shop i got Tip and Shah
(huh) , so whom shall I fear? (Word)
Stop look and listen, but please don't stare
(uh)
So jet to the store, and buy the LP (yeah)
On Jive rCA, cassettes and CD's
Produced and arranged
(huh?) by the four man crew
And oh shit, Skeff Anselm, he gets props too
(ha ha) make sure you have a system
With some fat house speakers (yeah)
So the new shit can rock
(uh) , from Bronx to Massapequa (uh)
Cause where I come from quality is job one
And everybody up on Linden know
We get the job done so peace to that crew
(yeah) , and peace to this crew (yeah)
Bring on the tour
We'll see you at a theatre nearest you
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 cause 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
Cause the Tribe originates that
Feeling of pizazz it's the universal sound
Bless the brothers on the ground
And the ones six below
You didn't have to go
Some say that I'm eccentric cause
I once had an orgy
And sometimes for breakfast I
Eat grit's and porgies
If this is a stinker, then call me a skunk
I ask ("What's, wrong?") 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 and
Harlem ya don't stop
Now to that girl Ramelle ya don't stop
I said 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
You keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop
And last but not least on the sure shot
It's the Zulu nation, heh
We got the jazz, we got the jazz
We got the jazz, we got the jazz
We got the jazz, we got the jazz
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 was 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
Bimmer, 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 you
Unball your fist
For we put Hip Hop on a brand new twist
A brand new twist with a whole heap of mystic
So low-key that you 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, adjust 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 cause
It makes you feel serene
With the birds and the bees
And all those groovy things
Like getting stomach aches when you
Gotta go to work or staring into space when
You're feeling berserk
I don't really mind if it's over your head
Cause 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
We got the jazz, we got the jazz
We got the jazz, we got the jazz
We got the jazz, we got the jazz
We got the jazz, we got the jazz
Competition dem try fe come side way
But competition they must come straight way
Competition dem try fe come side way
But competition they must come straight way
How's about that
It seems like it's my turn again
All through the years my mic
Has been my best friend
I know some brothers wonder
Can Phife really kick it?
Some even wanna diss me, but why sweat it?
I'm all into my music cos
It's how I make papes
Try to make hit's, 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 tend to rock
But the Low End Theory's here
It's time to wreck shop i got Tip and Shah
(huh) , so whom shall I fear? (Word)
Stop look and listen, but please don't stare
(uh)
So jet to the store, and buy the LP (yeah)
On Jive rCA, cassettes and CD's
Produced and arranged
(huh?) by the four man crew
And oh shit, Skeff Anselm, he gets props too
(ha ha) make sure you have a system
With some fat house speakers (yeah)
So the new shit can rock
(uh) , from Bronx to Massapequa (uh)
Cause where I come from quality is job one
And everybody up on Linden know
We get the job done so peace to that crew
(yeah) , and peace to this crew (yeah)
Bring on the tour
We'll see you at a theatre nearest you
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 cause 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
Cause the Tribe originates that
Feeling of pizazz it's the universal sound
Bless the brothers on the ground
And the ones six below
You didn't have to go
Some say that I'm eccentric cause
I once had an orgy
And sometimes for breakfast I
Eat grit's and porgies
If this is a stinker, then call me a skunk
I ask ("What's, wrong?") 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 and
Harlem ya don't stop
Now to that girl Ramelle ya don't stop
I said 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
You keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop
And last but not least on the sure shot
It's the Zulu nation, heh