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Well, I thought about the scene a lot |
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And I've come to the conclusion |
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Back in the day we used to admit to the confusion |
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That exists between real styles and illusion |
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But I must tell you if you think that we are losin' our honesty |
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Because we are bustin' out like confusions on those of you who think |
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That you are choosin' the right of way because you hear it everyday |
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Well turn off your radio turn it off all the way |
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We're not Ska-Core, Reggae, Jazz, we're not hip hop or rock or pop |
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You know we won't stop groovin', it's like a thing called Jive |
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You mix it up and keep the people satisfied |
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No need to classify or nullify the claims that say we're insane |
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So to pacify those of you who need a label call it what you want |
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I know you'll kick it if you're able |
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We call it Jive |
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Don't get me wrong, I don't think that we're special |
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Just 'cause our sound is not that commercial |
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Or maybe it is, maybe that's not for me to say |
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But I've seen less honest music every day |
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Just like our soundless souls that are sold on the radio |
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Melodramatic lyrics made up like Fabio |
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They hide reality in a well made allusion |
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To a world where the real is illusion |
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We call it Jive |
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Well, I remember the times we used to hit downtown Richmond |
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Got kicked out the metro, me and my blind jeans |
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My Indy hat ended up on the street |
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And I went back for a smoke in my capri |
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Back then is when we used to swang, rankin' |
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And skankin' was the thang |
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Until the music scene back home sold out |
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That's when me and my crew decided to show them what it's all about |
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For the Old Skool we were late, we put down the skates |
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Started grabbin' guitars horns drums and the bass |
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Kickin it live inside the garage |
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Hittin' them with a lyrical barrage |
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But it's like we're trippin' tips shit got drastically |
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Of a sudden the need to play bombastically |
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We lost sight of what is real |
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It took us this long to get back on the reel to reel |
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We call it Jive |
