Jazz (We've Got) - Re-Recording Lyrics

Song	Jazz (We've Got) - Re-Recording
Artist	A Tribe Called Quest
Album	The Love Movement
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	作词 : Davis, Muhammad, Taylor
	We've got the jazz (8x)
	[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
	Stern firm and young with a laid-back tongue
	The aim is to succeed and achieve at 21
	Just like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound
	Captivate the mass, cause the prose is profound
	Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek
	Boom it in your boom it in your boom it in your Jeep
	Or your Honda or your Beemer or your Legend or your Benz
	The rave of the town to your foes and your friends
	So push it, along, trails, we blaze
	Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise
	The tranquility will make ya unball your fist
	For we put hip-hop on a brand new twist
	A brand new twist with the homie-alistic
	So low-key that ya probably missed it
	And yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd
	When the guy takes the beat, they bowed
	So raise up squire, adjust your attire
	We have no time to wallow in the mire
	If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead
	Join in the essence of the cool-out breed
	Then cool out to the music cuz it makes ya feel serene
	Like the birds and the bees and all those groovy things
	Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work
	Or staring into space when ya feelin' berserk
	I don't really mind if it's over your head
	Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead
	So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher
	And after the horns, you can check out the Phifer
	[Chorus]
	[Verse Two: Phife]
	Competition, dem Phifer come sideway
	But competition, dey mus' me come straightway
	Competition, dem Phifer come sideway
	But competition, dey mus' me come straightway
	How's about that, it seems like it's my turn again
	All through the years my mike has been my best friend
	I know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it?
	Some even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?
	I'm all into my music cuz it's how I make papes
	Tryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri mix tapes
	Me sweat another? I do my own thing
	Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing
	I grew up as a Christian so to Jah I give thanks
	Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks
	I sing, and chat, I do all of that
	It's 1991 and I refuse to come wack
	I take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock
	But the Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop
	I got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear
	Stop look and listen, but please don't stare
	So jet to the store, and buy the LP
	On Jive/RCA, cassettes and CD's
	Produced and arranged by the four-man crew
	And oh shit, Skeff Anslem, he gets props too
	Make sure you have a system with some phat house speakers
	So the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequot
	Cuz where I come from quality is job one
	And everybody up on Linden know we get the job done
	So peace to that crew, and peace to this crew
	Bring on the tour, we'll see you at a theatre nearest you
	[Verse Three: Q-Tip]
	Hey yo but wait, back it up, huh, easy back it up
	Please let the Abstract embellish on the cut
	Back and forth just like a Cameo song
	If you dig this joint then please come dance along
	To the music cuz it's done just for the rhyme
	Now I gotta scat and get mine, underlined
	The jazz, the what? The jazz to move that ass
	Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz
	It's the universal sound, best to brothers on the ground
	And the ones six below, ya didn't have to go
	Some say that I'm a sinner cuz I once had an orgy
	And sometimes for breakfast I eat grits and porgies
	If this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask
	"What? What? What?" - check it out
	All my peoples in Queens ya don't stop
	Now all my peoples in Brooklyn ya don't stop
	And all my peoples uptown ya don't stop
	That includes the Bronx an' Harlem ya don't stop
	Now to that girl Ramelle ya don't stop
	I say because Ladies First ya don't stop
	And to the JB's, ya don't stop
	And De La Soul, ya don't stop
	To my Brand Nubians ya don't stop
	And to my Leaders of the New ya don't stop
	To my man Large Professor ya don't stop
	Pete Rock for the beat ya don't stop
	Everybody in the place ya don't stop
	Ya keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop
	And last but not least on the sure shot
	It's the Zulu nation

	zuo ci : Davis, Muhammad, Taylor
	We' ve got the jazz 8x
	Verse 1: QTip
	Stern firm and young with a laidback tongue
	The aim is to succeed and achieve at 21
	Just like Ringling Brothers, I' ll daze and astound
	Captivate the mass, cause the prose is profound
	Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek
	Boom it in your boom it in your boom it in your Jeep
	Or your Honda or your Beemer or your Legend or your Benz
	The rave of the town to your foes and your friends
	So push it, along, trails, we blaze
	Don' t deserve the gong, don' t deserve the praise
	The tranquility will make ya unball your fist
	For we put hiphop on a brand new twist
	A brand new twist with the homiealistic
	So lowkey that ya probably missed it
	And yet it' s so loud that it stands in the crowd
	When the guy takes the beat, they bowed
	So raise up squire, adjust your attire
	We have no time to wallow in the mire
	If you' re on a foreign path, then let me do the lead
	Join in the essence of the coolout breed
	Then cool out to the music cuz it makes ya feel serene
	Like the birds and the bees and all those groovy things
	Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work
	Or staring into space when ya feelin' berserk
	I don' t really mind if it' s over your head
	Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead
	So pay attention, it' s not hard to decipher
	And after the horns, you can check out the Phifer
	Chorus
	Verse Two: Phife
	Competition, dem Phifer come sideway
	But competition, dey mus' me come straightway
	Competition, dem Phifer come sideway
	But competition, dey mus' me come straightway
	How' s about that, it seems like it' s my turn again
	All through the years my mike has been my best friend
	I know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it?
	Some even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?
	I' m all into my music cuz it' s how I make papes
	Tryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri mix tapes
	Me sweat another? I do my own thing
	Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing
	I grew up as a Christian so to Jah I give thanks
	Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks
	I sing, and chat, I do all of that
	It' s 1991 and I refuse to come wack
	I take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock
	But the Low End Theory' s here, it' s time to wreck shop
	I got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear
	Stop look and listen, but please don' t stare
	So jet to the store, and buy the LP
	On Jive RCA, cassettes and CD' s
	Produced and arranged by the fourman crew
	And oh shit, Skeff Anslem, he gets props too
	Make sure you have a system with some phat house speakers
	So the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequot
	Cuz where I come from quality is job one
	And everybody up on Linden know we get the job done
	So peace to that crew, and peace to this crew
	Bring on the tour, we' ll see you at a theatre nearest you
	Verse Three: QTip
	Hey yo but wait, back it up, huh, easy back it up
	Please let the Abstract embellish on the cut
	Back and forth just like a Cameo song
	If you dig this joint then please come dance along
	To the music cuz it' s done just for the rhyme
	Now I gotta scat and get mine, underlined
	The jazz, the what? The jazz to move that ass
	Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz
	It' s the universal sound, best to brothers on the ground
	And the ones six below, ya didn' t have to go
	Some say that I' m a sinner cuz I once had an orgy
	And sometimes for breakfast I eat grits and porgies
	If this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask
	" What? What? What?" check it out
	All my peoples in Queens ya don' t stop
	Now all my peoples in Brooklyn ya don' t stop
	And all my peoples uptown ya don' t stop
	That includes the Bronx an' Harlem ya don' t stop
	Now to that girl Ramelle ya don' t stop
	I say because Ladies First ya don' t stop
	And to the JB' s, ya don' t stop
	And De La Soul, ya don' t stop
	To my Brand Nubians ya don' t stop
	And to my Leaders of the New ya don' t stop
	To my man Large Professor ya don' t stop
	Pete Rock for the beat ya don' t stop
	Everybody in the place ya don' t stop
	Ya keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don' t stop
	And last but not least on the sure shot
	It' s the Zulu nation

	zuò cí : Davis, Muhammad, Taylor
	We' ve got the jazz 8x
	Verse 1: QTip
	Stern firm and young with a laidback tongue
	The aim is to succeed and achieve at 21
	Just like Ringling Brothers, I' ll daze and astound
	Captivate the mass, cause the prose is profound
	Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek
	Boom it in your boom it in your boom it in your Jeep
	Or your Honda or your Beemer or your Legend or your Benz
	The rave of the town to your foes and your friends
	So push it, along, trails, we blaze
	Don' t deserve the gong, don' t deserve the praise
	The tranquility will make ya unball your fist
	For we put hiphop on a brand new twist
	A brand new twist with the homiealistic
	So lowkey that ya probably missed it
	And yet it' s so loud that it stands in the crowd
	When the guy takes the beat, they bowed
	So raise up squire, adjust your attire
	We have no time to wallow in the mire
	If you' re on a foreign path, then let me do the lead
	Join in the essence of the coolout breed
	Then cool out to the music cuz it makes ya feel serene
	Like the birds and the bees and all those groovy things
	Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work
	Or staring into space when ya feelin' berserk
	I don' t really mind if it' s over your head
	Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead
	So pay attention, it' s not hard to decipher
	And after the horns, you can check out the Phifer
	Chorus
	Verse Two: Phife
	Competition, dem Phifer come sideway
	But competition, dey mus' me come straightway
	Competition, dem Phifer come sideway
	But competition, dey mus' me come straightway
	How' s about that, it seems like it' s my turn again
	All through the years my mike has been my best friend
	I know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it?
	Some even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?
	I' m all into my music cuz it' s how I make papes
	Tryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri mix tapes
	Me sweat another? I do my own thing
	Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing
	I grew up as a Christian so to Jah I give thanks
	Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks
	I sing, and chat, I do all of that
	It' s 1991 and I refuse to come wack
	I take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock
	But the Low End Theory' s here, it' s time to wreck shop
	I got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear
	Stop look and listen, but please don' t stare
	So jet to the store, and buy the LP
	On Jive RCA, cassettes and CD' s
	Produced and arranged by the fourman crew
	And oh shit, Skeff Anslem, he gets props too
	Make sure you have a system with some phat house speakers
	So the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequot
	Cuz where I come from quality is job one
	And everybody up on Linden know we get the job done
	So peace to that crew, and peace to this crew
	Bring on the tour, we' ll see you at a theatre nearest you
	Verse Three: QTip
	Hey yo but wait, back it up, huh, easy back it up
	Please let the Abstract embellish on the cut
	Back and forth just like a Cameo song
	If you dig this joint then please come dance along
	To the music cuz it' s done just for the rhyme
	Now I gotta scat and get mine, underlined
	The jazz, the what? The jazz to move that ass
	Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz
	It' s the universal sound, best to brothers on the ground
	And the ones six below, ya didn' t have to go
	Some say that I' m a sinner cuz I once had an orgy
	And sometimes for breakfast I eat grits and porgies
	If this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask
	" What? What? What?" check it out
	All my peoples in Queens ya don' t stop
	Now all my peoples in Brooklyn ya don' t stop
	And all my peoples uptown ya don' t stop
	That includes the Bronx an' Harlem ya don' t stop
	Now to that girl Ramelle ya don' t stop
	I say because Ladies First ya don' t stop
	And to the JB' s, ya don' t stop
	And De La Soul, ya don' t stop
	To my Brand Nubians ya don' t stop
	And to my Leaders of the New ya don' t stop
	To my man Large Professor ya don' t stop
	Pete Rock for the beat ya don' t stop
	Everybody in the place ya don' t stop
	Ya keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don' t stop
	And last but not least on the sure shot
	It' s the Zulu nation

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