Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Music Evolution, artist - Buckshot LeFonque. Date of issue: 18.05.1997
Song language: English
Music Evolution |
| Chorus: |
| Music evolution change |
| Sometimes the common makes it sound strange |
| Add a little this, take out a little that |
| Then you’ll come up with jazz called rap |
| Where it’s at, bring it back |
| Because it is an I’ll format |
| (Repeat) |
| Once upon a time not long ago |
| When all the cats went to hear Satchmo blow |
| Groovin' at a tempo fast or slow |
| Jazz was at a new plateau ready to grow |
| Also developing ways to make dough |
| Although we always heard no when at a show |
| The Klan couldn’t keep the man from makin' mo' |
| Better blues, kinda confused here’s the news |
| These grooves is better than your blue suede shoes |
| Some G’s are fake and some will make moves |
| I prove jazz gone up another level |
| Real without making a deal with the devil |
| And so, I’m about to let the world know |
| That bebop and skattin' was an old school flow |
| Callaway was a dope MC, you didn’t know? |
| Now that the years gone by some will try |
| Try to make that hip hop and jazz thing die |
| When it was skat before it was rap, Yo it was fly |
| Now it brings tears to the eye, oh my |
| I didn’t hear that back in the days |
| I wonder why |
| Chorus: |
| Ennie, meenie, minie, mo Let’s pick a song |
| Let’s make it long and add the rap to make it strong |
| And if it’s wrong, then I’ll chill and let it stop |
| If not, then I’ll bust chops to get props |
| To make sure jazz and hip hop is at the tip top |
| But wait, we must cross roads to get it straight |
| In rhyme there’s a thin line between love and hate |
| Some state rap will never make it out the gate |
| But I’m here to cause a debate and contemplate |
| Why jazz and hip hop is considered second rate |
| But what' the use, if I proceed to break it loose |
| There’s always an excuse why the rapper gets abuse |
| Don’t wanna tangle because the angle is obtuse |
| Same kinda cas that was facin' the juice |
| My tongue can get necks hung, where’s the noose |
| My hypotenuse was to make rap fun |
| But what I done has put the soldier on the run |
| From sun to sun carryin' weight that weights a ton |
| Convinced without a gun |
| Forget the fame of your name they need someone |
| to blame |
| For murder one |
| Chorus (5x) |
| Change |
| Strange |
| This |
| That |
| Jazz |
| Rap |
| Because it is an I’ll format |