《Last Of The Spiddyocks》歌词

[00:00:01] Last Of The Spiddyocks - Digable Planets

[00:00:30] I'm blue mood yall I slive with jiva yall

[00:00:32] I'm actually deep yall invented time yall

[00:00:35] In ten fourths yall I pay your cap yall

[00:00:37] I player late yall and draw down to

[00:00:40] I bust raps yall in love with naps ya all

[00:00:42] The sweet beats kid I speak my thoughts yall

[00:00:45] I wreck the break yall don't trust the flag yall

[00:00:47] I dig the birds yall I'm layin' out now yeah

[00:00:50] The season's been good like a sweet

[00:00:52] I hang out with a gang out flat bush with cool beats

[00:00:55] I found the reverberated shout was goddamn

[00:00:57] And questions 'bout the methods how the Planets made jam

[00:01:00] Wallowed through a gang a murk in the interim

[00:01:02] I couple time we got jerked but still invented them

[00:01:05] Wicked little kinky joints that got us ghetto weight

[00:01:07] And also kept the jazz alive by pullin' off the plates

[00:01:10] Maybe only we was hip to stretchin' out the brain

[00:01:12] I felt Bird Parker when I shot it in my vein

[00:01:15] I toss these major losses on the Mingus jazzy strum

[00:01:17] Flip off into a nod and dig myself a dyin' young

[00:01:20] It s like cool was the bop and the flair

[00:01:22] I kicks to my pools by the nap of their hair

[00:01:25] I'm pinnin' Uncle Sam for the death of swingin' quotes

[00:01:27] For losin' Bud Powell slidin' over Dizzy's notes

[00:01:30] Was it that the rebirth was the birth for new shit of cool shit

[00:01:33] The jazz power showers from the crew was sure legit

[00:01:35] But hey present since gone Hank Mo's gone

[00:01:38] They kill the coolest breeze in this land of the free

[00:01:41] And it been like that since they lied about they flag

[00:01:43] Like all my main mans gave they beats up for skags

[00:01:46] So I pops it at your crew like Bu I did a lid

[00:01:48] But I used Lee's Cooker got my buzz around midnight

[00:01:51] I'm so shy yall I'm hip to badge y all

[00:01:53] From sector six yeah and now and then too

[00:01:55] I slows the trims ya all and fades a fake now

[00:01:58] I know the nat yall I'm layin' out ya all yeah

[00:02:01] The season's been smooth like the suede

[00:02:03] Pumas that butter got when butter got paid

[00:02:05] Or better yet Dolphy's archetypes for cool dudes

[00:02:08] Or better still Trane usin' space in afro blue

[00:02:10] It s simple swing be the freakin' of the time

[00:02:13] The spinnin' by the kings good for speakin' of the mind

[00:02:15] The forty seven sessions gave the buzzes that I caught

[00:02:18] They asked was it cool blues knowledge

[00:02:19] (What you thought )

[00:02:20] I told 'em it was solid dig the licks was way out

[00:02:23] My baby loves to kiss when Ornette just lays out

[00:02:26] So the quotes be as such bout the kits uh

[00:02:29] You down with Digable Planets yous a hipster shit

[00:02:31] I lay it on the cats about monk

[00:02:33] The logical extensions comin' boomin' out that trunk

[00:02:35] Assumin' that the room in which you zooms designed by your mind

[00:02:39] Not the stars and stripes but red Cali booms

[00:02:41] And the rat-a-tat-tat by Max or Philly Joe on we go

[00:02:46] The fly shit yall we don t quit yall

[00:02:49] It's slick beats here and it's out there

[00:02:51] A smooth groove kid the jive is high yall

[00:02:54] We ain't marks yall okay pow me up

[00:03:16] Uh the seasons been fat like some boom

[00:03:19] Doodlebug's math jazz fillin' up the room

[00:03:21] When Booker jam with Eric at the funky five spot

[00:03:24] Jimmy Cob's job was layin' crashes on the top

[00:03:26] Butter cop his lid at this little Harlem jam

[00:03:29] The tenor bop the middle and his shades and his tam

[00:03:31] I'm diggin' how these dudes made my buzz a little hipper

[00:03:34] And angles on the moves really couldn t get no blacker

[00:03:36] I'm sinkin' deep to the sleekness of the horn

[00:03:39] I'm thinkin' take the hipness and just lay it in my form

[00:03:41] So when the hoodlums flood waitin' for another anthem

[00:03:44] I say it's in the blood cause it notin' but rhythm

[00:03:46] And rhythm goes on and on to the break of moon baby

[00:03:50] The dads is gone but they used to come lovely

[00:03:52] The sickness towards the world s cause Sam caused the blues

[00:03:54] But hipness takes a swirl and jams by my crew

[00:03:57] Infect space yall we swing time yall

[00:03:59] It's like milk yeah it's like be bop

[00:04:02] The new scat slips oh shit we got fly kicks

[00:04:04] It's like jazz uh it's like us now