This song features a sample from Bennie Maupin's song "Quasar" as recorded on his album Slow Traffic to the Right" arranged by yours truly, Onaje Allan Gumbs
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i like how the second snare comes on the and of the two of the second measure, great jazzy feel but also more difficult to freestyle too if you wanna rhyme on that beat
I speak the language of riddem through my tongue/which vibrates in high rates like bass through the drum/Cuz I am a New World African/Liberation by taking reparations any way I can/As I take respiration for I take all as a man/Struggles and tribulations/It's the groove of the blues for your translation/Transformation to a godbody/Cuz I'm takin this beat like a armed robbery/Stick up ya hands in the air, it's the hip hop vibe we blare/Rhythms of the jungle bump ill vibes into the air/Stare past down the ave blasting our own rhymes/Representing hip hop world-wide for our kinfolk across the global/I use my proteam to blast thru your proteins and turn your atoms to rest with adam to get mo green cuz we real no tofu/Cuz my rhymes leave more fat than soulfood/Digest that for thought/Cuz real niggaz running this joint runnin up in yo spot/RBG nah mean
How do you feel about hip-hop producers sampling your work, and jazz and soul artists in general? I hope it's a welcoming embrace, I've been introduced to an amazing amount of music thanks to hip-hop.
i came across jazz lib while i was looking for instrumentals for my mixtape. after listening to a few tracks and instrumentals off of clin d'oeil, i hit every used CD outlet in my area tryin to find it. I FIEND THIS SHHT! I ended up buyin it off ebay for 25 bucks used. gotta say, its on repeat...when i remember my mid-20's im gonna remember jazz liberatorz.
(First time I'm putting anything on youtube, I usually don't write down instead just freestyle also) I hate rich kids saying they aint got enough, they go around talking like they got it rough, ah shit im the one whos fucking stuck, through away everyday my hard earned bucks just so I can be the one smoking bud. It has been awhile since I have felt love, rather just numb down with all of my drugs, won't feel my heartstrings as they tug- on me, I try to struggle so I can break free but I just run right into the next tree. Suffocating while I am in the depths, a piece of shit most would want to forget, then whats keeping me from going over the edge? Take a good look, it is you, and all the things that you do.
Mediate as I attack this flow On the breaks like Kurtis blow Im an old head you know Trapped in a new soul Getting your heads bopping Feet stomping Is my goal These kinds of rappers are not relevant often Even as the beat softens Only for spewing lyrical combustion Rap today is wack that's what I'm dustin I'm too smooth Like da grassroots My price of living Is rapping til I turn shit and And it'll never stop Til the earth drops And breaks in half You do the math Til I comeback And assassinate a slow track Or a slow jam But today no one gives a damn About the boom bap Well today isn't good for the good rap
' To get back to my Gawdess, I gotta get engaged, By fighting hells on this earth-, I breath my inner flames, Submerged I'm indestructible, Something like Xin and ___, Kingsbridge, From that Kingdom, The beefs still ___, Clouds roll, ___, Plenty pigeons paid Crumes, Meanwhile my Cream is strong, Cash Rules Everything Around Men, ___, Kingdoms that scheme and try to hide the vernacular, ___, Kingdom, Thy heart is cautious ___, ___, and ___, ___, In this solar war, I battle, I've been Engaged, But not the way she wants, Unfortunately I gotta be away, To keep her safe ___, - '
word to when words can speak it/when something so dope its hard to believe it/like the flute that floats in the background/leavin u speechless/my flow sounds best on this when i give it rest/let the beat breathe a bit/sometimes the sweetest sound i can utter is silence/sometimes the best flow is the absence of rhymin/like when u behold true divinity/be still in the presence of God when u peepin the heavenly/so i erase n delete these thoughts i laid on the beat/no speech is the best speech indeed
See. Life is suffering therefore i'm constantly buffering my body against the waves of pain buffeting my shore/ I open new doors so to explore my minds core/ Implore different tactics to alleviate my the painful static pulsating through my ears/ I hear bullshit that confines/ Not Jazz Liberation to help free the mind/ Recline and relax and remember this comment is mine/ Divine, read between the lines and see the words which shine/ Be you and i'mma be me/ In touch with the moon, trees, and sea.
Kanye west says we polo fresh to death ice cubes chains round my neck respect is what you working for don't take none-of it personal blaze you when we merckin ya'll Puffin some dat og indo
...Melodies, and evergreen, pedaling-down thoughts of streams u never seen, settling-only to paint pictures, of opposite of hate scriptures, attract angels from cloud 9 to play witcha, cant play victim to the same system, while niggaz trapped behind walls like the state prison, taunting men that used to say mister, missed ya- but its in us-period no sentence- no sentence so i wont enter, the question is who against the-will of a grown Simba, no animation, jus aspiration, to relay the truth....
