Jazzy Shit (Higher)

(Talking)
Let's get high, high
For my dreamers

(Chorus) X2
If you're a dreamer, put your hands up high (high)
Jump up and get higher, higher
Than Kanye, cups of Hypno and Alize
Let's get away, get away

(Verse One)
I rhyme, I rip
That's the way that Jam Young spits
Dave Chapelle skits, I want that purple stuff
In my cup and in my blunt
Now let's kick it like a punt
Machine Gun Funk
Taking big poppa puffs
Nickname me Donald Trump, the apprentice
Looking to make cents from a sentence
But first you got to make sense of my sentence
Otherwise it's senseless, not to mention
Very pretentious if only the intelligent get it
Every time I write I attempt it
Complexity, Variety
Call me the freshmen on Varsity
Represent the Grey, no Marcy
A little bit of Black
A little bit of White
Hispanic in my blood, Green makes me feel alright
Not a weed head I just like bud... light
Get it right
And the aroma- take it in coma, forgot the "m"
Love my tea, whoops, did it again!

(Chorus) X2

(Verse 2)
I paint pictures I should donate to the MOMA
Everything I say is sick like I got pneumonia
Syllables sharp enough to slice a blade- Sonya
Still talking shit? No Biggie, But I warned ya
The only thing we have in "Common" is the corner
We grew up on, I moved, you still there, never grew up huh?
Little hush puppy, hush up mister fluffy stuff
I'm making underground hits, Homer drinking Duffy cups
So fall back bloodsucker on that Buffy Stuff
Rewind it back, GOD DAMN that's tough!
This Jam Young kid is nuts- Macadamia
Flow like rivers in Mesopotamia
Got more Brain in my Pinky Than You Animania
Cartoons, the starving artist, Elephant in the room
So pass me a Macintosh
Then yell Mozoltov
Flyer than an Albatross
I do it like a boss!

(Chorus) X2

(Outro)
This that Jazzy Shit, that Jazzy shit
This that Snazzy shit, that Snazzy shit
That Bluesy shit, that bluesy shit