Ali Shaheed Muhammad - Jazz (We've Got) (Re‐Recording) lyrics

[Intro: Q-Tip] Woo...grand groove, grand groove (2x) [Verse 1: Q-TIp] Rough, rough, rugged Tough like a nugget Listen to The Abstract Poetic, don't snub it The midnight marauder is the hype beat arranger Don't front on my lyrics or the tool 'cause it's danger Hook you like a junkie, you'll flip like a monkey To the openness of the rhythm, so proceed because I'm funky I get down, down like a fly hooker's panties Make you catch a spirit and motivate a fanny I be the fly poet, rappers, they get jelly Upset when I rock, 'cause yo, they rhymes is smelly See, I got it going on like a Forbes tax return Listening to these lyrics when it's hot will make it burn Baby burn, baby burn, up into the heavens The skies up above, the one you think of Is the highly regarded, hell of the people Your mic and my mic? Come on, yo, no equal (Word!) So if ya wanna do it to yourself That is to mess around with the jazz, then just blame yourself 'Cause you made your bed, so now you lay in it That's your sh** on the floor, then go and play in it I refuse to catch a 'L' in a battle 'Cause yo, I got the jazz and I'll whup a rapper's a** Into little next to nuthin' Test me if I'm frontin' I'll pa** with flying colors 'cause yo, I am that brotha that can rock [Chorus: Q-Tip] Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) (Repeat 4X) We've got the jazz, we've got the jazz, come on Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) (Repeat 4X) We've got the jazz Come on, come on, Phife [Verse 2: Phife] No need for introductions 'cause you know who I be (The Phife Dawg) Yep, the one who loves to slaugher MC's I got style, grace and razamatazz I'm like my girl Patrice Rushen, yo, I add pizzazz, now Most people remember Phife from the Phife like smoothness But now it's time to hit you with roughneck rudeness I'm still vexed, fuming, gots to come raw The first punk that tries to flex, I'll be cracking your jaw I'll mold you, fold you, roll you up like a spliff Don't ever try for test or else that a** will get whipped I'm forever poppin' junk, it's like a fat invite To any MC who wants to flex, yo, we can do this tonight Gel up my posse up on Linden and 1-9-2 Pull up my brothas from Sayers Ave., the Brooklyn Zoo All my crew up in Strong Island, so yo, don't sleep 'Cause it only takes a beat to watch that a** get beat Brothas wanna play rough, but they can all get some Wanna be hero, but you're a zero, that means you gets none Don't ever try to step to a kid you can't get with Why mess with a brotha that your girl once slept with? I'm a negro, he's a negro, wanna be a negro too? But beatin' on a girl, is somethin' that a puss' would do I love jazz, but that doesn't mean that I'm timid Not really a gangsta rapper but I can swing it for a minute [Chorus: Q-Tip] Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) (Repeat 4X) Come on Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) (Repeat 3X) We got the jazz, we got the jazz, come on I go...woo..., ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, grand groove, grand groove Yeah, and it's the beat Ah baby, ah baby, ah baby, ah baby Go ooh...ha-ha-ha-ha-ha...grand groove, grand groove Yeah, and it's the beat Check it out We got the jazz, y'all (Repeat 3X) Tear it up, y'all 1, 2, y'all Tear it up, y'all We got the jazz, y'all Check it out, y'all (ad lib)