Jazz (We Got the...) - A Tribe Called Quest

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Letra Jazz (We Got the...) - A Tribe Called Quest

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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
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 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 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 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 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

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