Lyrics Jazz (Live) - A Tribe Called Quest
We′ve
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
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
space
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
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
Produced
and
arranged
by
the
four-man
crew
And
oh
shit,
Skiff
Anselm,
he
gets
props
too
Make
sure
you
have
a
system
with
some
phat
house
speakers
So
the
new
shit
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
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
ass
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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