Verse One

Yo’, I'm gonna start this from the only place an artist
can paint a picture with sharpness and say it from where the heart is,
regardless of all the darkness that surrounds mankind,
the corruption and all that's heartless that surrounds man's mind,
the greed that leads to deeds where people exceed they needs,
at speeds, mislead without any sign of fatigue,
I must proceed to plant the seeds and feed my creed,
believe in something that's bigger than me,
so I write for the mic, don't write hype for the light,
I don't need no boujie car to back me like Michael Knight,
I don't need a chick in a swimsuit to convince you
My music ain't tinsel, I cling to the things I've been through,
so every bar is like a scar on my soul,
yo my destination is truth and that's as far as I go,
as far as I know, there's nothing that can stop me, so carbon and copy,
they never embody the type of Tsunami that's behind me,
a beat devastator, paint pictures with predicators,
rewriting the rules of rap like a lyrical legislator,
cos’ when I put pen to paper, I never pretend to take ya' to a place
that's even greater, every time you switch the fader,
and twenty years later, I'm still here,
I'm still clear, I'm still with a career, I still care,
I regenerate like cells every seven years,
and still swear to bring you a style that's debonair.



Chorus (scratched)

Listen to the beautiful compositions of these tracks,
this is Black Jazz, settle back and relax, this is Black Jazz
hope I got the sound right down to your taste,
listen to the beautiful compositions of these tracks,
this is Black Jazz, settle back and relax, this is Black Jazz
hope I got the sound right down to your taste,
many years later, but I’m still in the mix.



Verse Two

I'm gonna end this from the only place a friend is
supposed to send this and recommend that you take this incentive
to blend this into your playlist, love it or hate it
educated or ignoramus, I bring that greatness,
never paralyzed in changing my paradigm,
cos’ living ain't pantomime, you're trapped in a Babylon
if you ain't gone analyze, fantasizing instead of living,
with a vision that's never vivid like a slain villain,
I'm never watching anybody, all that's gonna do is hold me back,
and understand, see as a man that no one owes me jack,
stand on my own two, and yeah I'm prone to
and known to release the Hackney in me, yeah that's zone two,
come from humble beginnings, so never let my feelings
turn me to some egotistical being, that's unappealing,
I stay making music, Blackcurrent Jazz and the Blues
and Big Band, Latin and Smooth and Ragtime, Dixieland, Fusion,
Contemporary, Avant-garde or Be-Bop,
D drop, the beat knocks, crumble your Sheetrock yo’,
I'm still spitting like saliva from beat-box,
avoiding any beef like I'm swerving a meat-truck,
So twenty years later, I'm still here,
I'm still clear, I'm still with a career, I still care,
consistent, so I don't make you wait for twenty years
before you get to hear me bring you something debonair.



Chorus