One afternoon in sunny June, I was on the phone
The voices at the other side sounded fully grown
They talked to me about the masterpieces from Max Roach
Critically acclaimed, that's when I became a fanatic, it was never the same
Heard the vocalist connection with the rhythm section
Introspection with the musical direction
Thelonious with the jazz tunes was my progression, perfection
It was some kind of medicine, the antidote, the best thing
Taking long breaths on the highway stretch
Giant steps from John Coltrane, it's all correct
During flights, grab a seat, on the window or the aisle
Just about to do the miles, playlist precompiled
Joe Henderson, absolutely knew how to do it
Fantastic on the sax, the way he blew horns was fluid
Time factor, under no pressure to kick it faster
I'll be back after twenty seconds with the second chapter
All right
All... all right
Jazz... all... all right
Sounds funkified, kinda laid back, take that
No paybacks, I'm that nice, you know that I'm a jazz cat
Flip rhymes like flapjacks over jazz beats
It's equivalent to mad vitamins, for the recipients
Sound hit you with a good feeling like kisses and caresses
Horses and carriages, the whole sound impresses
Part of my successes, hope you remember this
Connect your mind, body, and soul, with the jazzhop therapist
The style of rap, is going the way of the dinosaur
But I understand most populations wanna hit the dance floor
Where's your convictions, I like to come clean
For me, it's like a marriage, sex pretty routine
It's like jokes with two queens, obscene
Talking about teabags and foreskins, sit back and watch screen
High fidelity, feeling is heavenly, infinite melody
Incredible dope, so imma just let it be known