Verde - We the Jazz Liberators Lyrics

We the Jazz Liberators, We the Past Innovators
We the Jazz Liberators, We the Past Innovators

Gravity, mortal reality
Breaking bread with my salary
Wearing denim, Venus spitting venom
Gotta go get em, wrote him a love letter
Sipping mercury, flipping currency
Banging beats with a bumble bee
Fumble over rhymes
Selling the world your time
Working a 9 to 5
This be a call ta mankind
Got two eyes but y'all seem to be quite blind
Omega when I speak
I got no place to be
M-I-C
Can you see? Just want to help your third eye see
Used to be called a nobody
Now they see V-E-R-D-E repping SD
Can you relate?
808's hit the breaks
Drifted away
Far far away
Back into
Back into outer space
Hey!

We the Jazz Liberators, We the Past Innovators
We the Jazz Liberators, We the Past Innovators

Wreck this
Eat mics for lunch, brunch, n breakfast
Lactose and check this
Connect it, I meant it
To all 7 senses
I practice the law of attraction
Took my ego burnt it to ashes
Passion
Imagine, living with a passion
No distractions from living lavish
Im sorry Ms. Jackson
I cannot live in a big ass fancy mansion
This some liberating jazz
This some lyrical pizzazz
This some spiritual miracle that these cats thought I didn't have
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, I'm sorry Ms. Jackson I'm sorry Ms. Jackson...

We the Jazz Liberators, We the Past Innovators
We the Jazz Liberators, We the Past Innovators