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letra de indonesia - jazz liberatorz

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[verse 1: tableek]
they tell me that i’m reaching back too much
i say not enough, but i rarely have the time for catching up
i’m penning the blues to cure the blues
undoubtably, words lead to misery and prime time news
you choose to select this brother with a complex mind
twisting the rhyme for these concrete times
they say “sink or swim, n-ggas”
them people busting their nine off, my kicks always banging like kruschev
that might be off the normal train of thought
but without standards that’s how the bullsh-t’s taught
like comparing kenny g to charlie parker
twenty foot wall, with aerosol or some toy with a marker
i’m the reason why they change rules cause i say f-ck rules, smash fools
full course meals switched to snackables, downgraded
i love it when the flow change from their hands to my hands and i see grams
i’m fading, nodding, handmade toboggan from costa rica
got the incense burning called indonesia
a brother like me just don’t sleep, my eyes close it’s chaotic leisure
rhymes written to please the most discrete listener
to the misinformed newborn that’s missing the
way things evolve, so organic
science in these motherf-cking raps and the rooks can’t stand it

[hook: tableek]
from hip-hop to bebop, trombone to break
we live from the bx the 7-1-8
so refined and exquisite is things we create
in agreement with the stars it’s the hands of fate
for this hiphop to bebop for all to see
rocking straight from the field it’s the 4 1 3
we’re the brightest of the bright, don’t confuse us, g
nothing less certified fresh we was born to be

ah right there, be easy. over there, be easy. right where, be easy. right there, be easy

[verse 2: tableek]
what’s a light that won’t fade and won’t go out?
what’s an mc to do with an ounce of doubt?
how can i keep these n-ggas to listening
where is my right-hand man when my left one seems missing?
can you count all the amounts of times
i stepped from the hood, stowed away, writing rhymes
does the visual take away from your own design
i mean, how can one picture come from 15 minds?
i’m like, you saw the symbol, did you read the sign and uh
who determines who’s ahead of their time?
trying to not be forgotten is an aimless cause
all in the sand box, but my shovel’s much bigger than yours

[bridge: ?]
(listen up, listen up, listen up, listen up, …)
(low to high)

[verse 3: tableek]
we crossed the bridge, now we increase the pace
check the melody while i conclude my case
i’m the mc tableek, science in the rap
liberating jazz liberatorz on the track
i’m repping those that’s deening, hoodied up or benz beaming
clever crooks are cracking the book, always feening for the knowledge
might be in the white tee
some think i’m just a thug-n-gga but i might be
but everyone act politely, we can build all d-mn night, b
chill with the womens and the wifeys
i heard france on the radio was burning up
i slightly grinned then i told the cabbie “turn it up.”

[hook]

[i’m in the lie low?]

[outro: apani b fly]

yeah, you know. music’s just my thing. too many artists to name where i got my inspiration from, you know, but i like it all, from hip-hop to rock to country, a little bit of everything influenced me
we’ll keep under the hip-hop right now. mc lyte, course, you know. hit the road, saying, don’t you come back no more, no more, (x2)… (continues)

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