Alexander Anderson - Jazz Cats Lyrics

Jazz in the club, we bringing jazz to the
Club, I got liquid grass in my cup
Growing up we blowing up
I blow enough stuff to make my hair fluff
Don't need a pick just give me a puff
Exposing theory to the masses
Feeling pretty lost in the classes
So I'ma shake some asses
Bumping the OG's on the street
Feathering the four on the floor getting more on the beat
Feel the heat cause it's fire my desire is to
Touch the flame and not get burnt like a ghost writer
Diagnosed fighter I'ma die for my
Freedom in the cage like Anderson the spider
Always an outsider, to the white establishment
Black celebrities trippin' like Off Minor
Chicken strippin like a fine diner
If you flipping through the liner notes you'll
See I sampled G.O.A.T. nigga

Swinging for the jazz cats
Jinglin' blingin' jazz cats
We all jazz cats
Jazz cats, jazz cats
Swinging for the jazz cats
Jinglin' blingin' jazz cats
We all jazz cats
Jazz cats, jazz cats
(Ooh)

Some of the new cats forget it all came from
The slums of New Orleans nigga with a drum
Strummin' on the front porch singing the blues
I've done all my research I'm done paying dues
Old news these white phonies stole the shit
Took black folk songs and you made a hit
Call our shit rock and roll like we inventing this
You know what they say, ignorance is bliss
Gonna reminisce, about the music source
I'll enforce my black history with no remorse
Without niggas in this bitch there is no pop
Too busy on the block, getting shot to check the bop
Still tryna cop, spinning drop top
And we mobbin' on each other how they did Pac
Still in shock that you've never heard of Coltrane
Theme to A Love Supreme still in my brain

Swinging for the jazz cats
Jinglin' blingin' jazz cats
We all jazz cats (A love supreme)
Jazz cats, jazz cats (A love supreme)
Swinging for the jazz cats (A love supreme)
Jinglin' blingin' jazz cats (A love supreme)
We all jazz cats (A love supreme)
Jazz cats, jazz cats

This is the new wave of jazz nigga facts
Just take a look at the influence and impact
Swing music was the old trap in the dancehall
Now we stand tall boastin' rhythms from Senegal
Carried with us on the slave ships
If you ain't talking Africa, nigga you ain't saying shit
If you catch me talking back, I may be well equipped
Head dipped in wisdom, I'm the mold of a new jazz musician
We got Oscar Peterson on the track, you would notice if you listened to the jazz greats
Art Tatum, Thelonious Monk, man I'm tryna seal my with the legendary
I know it's kinda scary being compared to some dudes like
How dare you?
But looking back, what if it's true?
I got a pretty nice view, and I'm in a pretty good mood
(Aah)

Swinging for the jazz cats
Jinglin' blingin' jazz cats
We all jazz cats
Jazz cats, jazz cats
Swinging for the jazz cats
Jinglin' blingin' jazz cats
We all jazz cats
Jazz cats, jazz cats