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letra de jazz rendition - odd squad

[intro]
and it’s like that for the nine trey. check the script n-gga

[verse one: blind rob]
from the ash on my toes to the stubble on my chin
here’s the beat and the cuts [?] brought out of my pen
when i be cooling in my [?]
you better step the f-ck back
shoot like a gat got more swing than a black jack
cause i hit hard like an automobile accident
[?]
and all the hip hop and records on the count of three
i never claimed to be the perfect or the best mc
but i just flaunt the styles to let you know that i can wreck it
i make you say, “hmm? what? hold up a second.”
and just give me the mic, get up [?]
[?] to the back of your brain
so who me? the real g
be like the next man, i can’t stand to be like mike
you got me f-cked up with the next man
so ah, give me the [?]
and kick the fly sh-t, vibe sh-t in the nine trey fools
so now you know how i flow and watch me go
step back and give me some room or watch the quest after show
from the east coast down to louisiana
[?] but don’t dance like the hammer
but i slam a microphone check one, two
you wonder how i do it, lay down the squad [?]
you call me off beat
you call me unique
whatever the case may be, it’s like this see you on the jazz rendition

[verse two: blind rob]
it’s the quest who wanna flex so bring the tec’s
when i k!ll an mc i go to the next
buck buck yo’ -ss down with the motherf-cking one, two
step up in the square if you wanna get something bro
i don’t really know why they doubt that i am sk!lled
taking me for granted now what’s the godd-mn deal? huh
they just don’t know that i’m a pro so there’s no way that you can take me
and i don’t need a hacker so don’t even try to fade me
d-mn it seems i have to prove myself every motherf-cking day
you made me talk this way
so back off, slack off, let me get my nuts off
i take you and your crew to eat a d-ck and make you break north
raise about me son i ain’t scared to get ’em up
you feel froggy jump, i break you off something f-cked up
but don’t get me wrong i ain’t gon’ lie, i ain’t no tough guy
just a kid getting paid for being real fly
i’ll let you know that i’m the sh-t
with a forty ounce of bull and a ten bag of floppy discs
sitting in the room making beats all day
like my man showbiz we be diggin in the crates
styles finds a break and then we scoop it
lay it down on the eps and loop it
how’s about that? it’s phat, you like yo you gotta have it g
five bills for my man and the other half for me
yeah, on the jazz rendition

[outro]
and i’d like to give shouts out to my n-gga. dj styles. peace. my man dj premier at gangstarr. what up? and oh yeah, hahahah…mike dean…you funky playing b-tch you. what up? hahah. yeah. let me see. to the hood. of course the hood. let me see. somebody else i forgot. oh yeah. my man n.o. joe. and i’m outta like 8-track tapes. peace!

[devin the dude]
after this big ole’ square we’ll be right back

- odd squad

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