Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jazz, artist - Grits. Album song Mental Releases, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.07.1995
Record label: Gotee
Song language: English
Jazz |
Jazz is the substance and base |
Of manifestation of Grits for Nubian taste |
The voice of the horn cries for freedom of imprisonment |
Releasing the soul from the shackles of environment |
The bass is like the blood in your veins |
Pumping breath to your organs so life can maintain |
Of course we need the skins to keep the timin' |
Like your heart plays the part of keepin' everything in line |
Like brain waves the keys sound signals in spurts and harmony |
Where would you be without the melody |
The vocalist in this quartet is the Spirit |
Or better yet the Son of Man |
So there you have it broken down anatomically |
Grits illustrated for the ones that doubt |
Cause the heart is expressed in the music and always has |
This is what I think about Jazz |
Jazz is the mother and Hip Hop’s the child |
She died and revived now her child’s runnin' wild |
Grits is the tool and Hip Hop’s the Nation |
Sent to teach those of Truth and Creation |
Jazz is the mother and Hip Hop’s the child |
She died and revived now her child’s runnin' wild |
Grits is the tool and Hip Hop’s the Nation |
Sent to teach those of Truth and Creation |
The jazz, the jazz, I love the jazz |
The jazz, the jazz, I love the jazz |
The jazz, the jazz, I love the jazz |
The jazz, the jazz, I love the jazz |
The jazz, the jazz, the jazz, the jazz |
Rap is not Hip Hop so let’s get it straightened |
Hip Hop is life and culture not revenue |
Birthed from the generation of the younger |
The hunger for equality fathered this child |
The mother is the music which influenced it’s creation |
Jazz was the cry from the parents of this new Nation |
Since it’s birth I’ve grown with it even though |
It’s been the target of murder and a victim of rape |
Yet it still live’s never givin' in |
Takin' deeper breaths grippin' tighter than a vise |
Many misunderstand it’s true meaning |
They think it’s economic and this causes drama |
Black-birthed, black-grown, black-owned |
Was the thought intended, but now the plans demented |
Will a million Blacks even support it’s own Creation |
Until then I’m teachin' other’s of the strugglin' Nation |
Jazz is the mother and Hip Hop’s the child |
She died and revived now her child’s runnin' wild |
Grits is the tool and Hip Hop’s the Nation |
Sent to teach those of Truth and Creation |
Jazz is the mother and Hip Hop’s the child |
She died and revived now her child’s runnin' wild |
Grits is the tool and Hip Hop’s the Nation |
Sent to teach those of Truth and Creation |
The jazz, the jazz, I love the jazz |
The jazz, the jazz, I love the jazz |
The jazz, the jazz, I love the jazz |
The jazz, the jazz, I love the jazz |
The jazz, the jazz, the jazz, the jazz |
The jazz, the jazz, I love the jazz |
And always have it represents my culture |
My roots stem from a musical background |
Ancestral voices sing to my spirit |
In the wind I hear it’s messages telling me |
To stay strong through the hatred of others |
Love thy enemy sounds so wrong to me |
The reward is in the end so I feel suicidal |
Strength unseen is laced in the chords |
I consume volumes at a time when I hoard |
My survival lies in my faith in the Savior |
And the Savor of jazz music in my ear |
The jazz is the mother and Hip Hop’s the child |
She died and revived now her child’s runnin' wild |
Grits is the tool and Hip Hop’s the Nation |
Sent to teach those of Truth and Creation |
Jazz is the mother and Hip Hop’s the child |
She died and revived now her child’s runnin' wild |
Grits is the tool and Hip Hop’s the Nation |
Sent to teach those of Truth and Creation |
Jazz is the mother and Hip Hop’s the child |
She died and revived now her child’s runnin' wild |
Grits is the tool and Hip Hop’s the Nation |
Sent to teach those of Truth and Creation |