Basement Jazz feat. Blu
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Check it, uh
Jazz loops, smash juice
Piled up at the crib
The bad news all up in the fridge
Black and whites, all red
All day, what a way to begin
A sad song when the rain fall off your lid
But the love for, I just might offer a rib
A long story
Probably never told you, kids
It's a long way from home when you all alone
Nobody calling on your phone
Dial 1, 9-0
Where the fuck is my boat
Them niggas on an other coast
Yo, this mo' I woke up
And I opened up the cereal box
I never got to the props tho
I'm from the L-O-S-A
Jealous niggas testing
Need to find a best man
Hope he's somebody best friend
Put down the weapon
Go another direction
My flow, other dimensions
I know, none of your business
This is signal, simple
Mind the ripples
I be ripping through that fresh (?)
You was in
(?) over the fence
I know you wanna get in
But know you can't get in
You just don't get it
Rap Mercury, black burgundy, rap prime burglary
Certainly bout to murk that boom bap over that cool jazz
Curtains opened up
Behind the 88-grand
I'm on grams with my man
We making grungy shit
Shake your hands with the president of underground rap
The best of us is underground
B-L-U the smooth, educated
Adequate, accurate, a average backpack
High school dropout
Pleased to meet you
My name is Blu like the color of my LA hat
Your crew is spoiled
I spill that shit out, I don't play that
Kick the shit out of the (?)
Make the bass catch claps like
High hats, they can't handle the swing on the samba
Flips on the Black Mamba
Mama, hot juice
Stick 'em up, I came to rob 'em
All of the sudden stuck in drama
Like fourth, I trap 'em
When my nigga rob 'em