a tribe called quest jazz Lyrics
            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 s___e 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
            Tryin' 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 s___, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too
        
            Make sure you have a system with some phat house speakers
            So the new s___ 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 a__
            Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' 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
        
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