| Can you picture how a melody gets thought into existence?
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| Rhythm section hits it and upholds it with persistence
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| Picturing the outline and you start to see the colors
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| Filling in with intricate splashes by all the brothers
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| Me’Shell is on the joint — you mean Ms. NdegéOcello?
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| No wonder why the hump inside the joint is feeling ghetto
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| A medal or award should be given to these heroes
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| For their efforts of revealing and bringing forth the feeling
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| I’m reeling, poetic I say, of great proportion
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| I hope my little nuances correct for this distortion
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| But I say why say, and who is to say?
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| 'Cause Roy makes the tune what it is today
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| Rhythmically, we’re in this lake of genes know what I mean?
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| It’s only right that me and Mr. Wright we hail from Queens
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| The overtone of funk is being driven by the students
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| The benevolence of Roy issued me this jurisprudence
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| This beat, a rhyme put it in a hipper term and
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| I’m just a humble little germ just a hipper version
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| Poetic I mean truly indeed her every seed
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| Just sprinkles with the essence of life to form my breed
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| Think about it sweetie while we give this to the needy
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| The musical expression is important for progression
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| Never stop learning lessons, and neither should y’all
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| Before we all stand must acknowledge the fall
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| Before we get the bounce we got to reach for the ball
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| Before we ghetto stroll we had to get to a crawl
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| Check it out now, and don’t you dare
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| Bobby Timmons did a joint called «Dat Dere»
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| Check it out now, and do your do
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| Ronnie Foster did a joint called «Mystic Brew»
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| Check it out now, it’s how it go
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| Check it out with my man Roy Hargrove
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| Hey
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| Good evening, ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the Appletree Café
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| Got Roy Hargrove on stage
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| Along with my man Q-Tip
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| I’m coming in from Dallas, Texas
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| I don’t know how come God doubted you
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| She’s, she will be, remembered, completely
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| Blast the staff furniture
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| Rip dip dah zip dip dah
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| Who knows the way to go?
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| Please show me the way to go
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| Who knows the way to go?
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| Please show me the way to go
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| I know the way to go
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| I’ll show you the way to go
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| I know the way to go
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| I’ll show you the way to go
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| Brother’s lost, my head has run away
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| Where to go, and where is God?
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| Sometimes I get real mad, but I understand
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| I don’t beat myself up too much about it
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| I give us tears, does He mourn for it?
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| Or joy in return? |
| Those tears bring joy
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| That is what perplexes, make the sweetness last
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| 'Cause we’re mourning for the joy our hearts will find
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| Be happy when you can, no sadness necessary
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| No, no, it seems sometimes, you never get in bed
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| But it’s okay, it’s fair, yeah
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| Know where to look, you got mysteries
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| Use the stars as a guide, trying not to hide
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| The love inside, you know if you get, you get
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| I feel, I’m not ready yet, but I meet myself halfway
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| And I’ll start a day, creating what I’m living
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| Living for today, 'cause I’m okay, it’s okay |