Still Speakin’ That Breeze!

[Intro]
Yeah yeah, for all my jazz cats out there, you’re tuning in to JazzHop Radio with your host DJ F.Red, and I got a new jam from SkyBlew and SublimeCloud, swing, daddy-o

[Verse 1]
Uh, yeah, this what you call jazz
With pizzazz, panache, splash of Ash Ketchum
Every lyric is a badge, spoken path, behold the token brass
No M. Night Shyamalan but I pedaled over broken glass
With laughs and a focus [?]
Pounded beats, yeah, I’m leaving a gash, ha
No trash rap, look, we gon’ take ‘em up
Uh, dream, dream, no waking up
Nothing faking us, we baking up something delicious, on top of that nutritious
Look, our adventures more bizarre than Joestar
But this the only job that matters, no Coast Guard
I know stars, constellations on my friend list recommend this
Uh, jazz raps from the [?]
Kick back, let it flow
Like the fountain of youth, nothing sweet in the booth
So sick doctor know that I don’t need an excuse, ha
Something different, yeah they need this
Mom told me rhyme, now they speechless
Let my hands do the talking, through the pen, tell my secrets
Pledge allegiance to the Breeze while I Speak this
Speak that Breeze, they need that steez
Although life ain’t fair, I paid my fees, just breathe
Put your mind at ease
We the Destined, redefining peace, ha, sheesh

[Interlude]
Ah ha, yes indeed, they are for sure Speaking that Breeze, giving us exactly what we need, I am your host, DJ F.Red, always staying ahead, and you’re tuning in to JazzHop Radio, keep Speaking that Breeze, swing, daddy-o

[Verse 2]
Space cowboy, check out the bebop doo-wop, high tops and anime tube socks
Me against the world, been studying 2pac
New flock of lines that I jot
The booth stocks [?] pot
Food for thought, low simmering
More MLKs, less George Zimmermans
Remembering my death wish
But I decided I’ma move forward pushing left stick
Nesquik strawberry with a PBJ
Nerds in now, we were geeks anyway before it started being cool
Toonami after school, Lupe for the grooves, ha
Rappers like, “You know the vibes”
We don’t, you lied
Vibe is a spiritual feeling you [?] inside
Something most of you artists have yet to provide, but we do
Bugging out over the horns, we do
Squee doo da, Speaking that Breeze again
Reasoning, they wanna kill my sayings like freezer men
Never that, rhymes galore, minds at ease
Destined redefining peace
Peace

[Outro]
And there you have it, them boys are back, right on track and all of that, I’m out for the night, peace out, jazz cats, never stop dreaming and keep being cool, ha