(Ghasem:)
Yeah well what I'm saying is that it's like jazz,
You know, the hip-hop approach is eh
It's like jazz because you're improvising

(Zebulon, Q.F. Da Funkee P, Mac Maestro:)
Ooh, huh, wow

(Zebulon:)
Yeah improvising, certain naturalizing,
Right now here we're socializing
I'm in the place to be
I man Zebulon with the man over here

(Mac Maestro:)
Yeah the main man fan ah Rotterdam
I come on
with the one and only M A C K Maestro

(QF Da Funkee P:)
Ah To da face it's QF da funkee P
Yes my name you know what I'm saying

(Mac Maestro:) Ah check it

(Zebulon & QF Da Funkee P:) Yeah yeah

(Mac Maestro:)
Props goes out to our man R O B

(Zebulon:) Props props props check it

(Mac Maestro:)
Right there Sassy Laroo
You know how we do it
You know how we flow

(Zebulon & QF Da Funkee P:) Yeah yeah

(Mac Maestro:)
Get y'all again we're getting' busy
Eh men, we're getting' busy
I get the best y'all

(Zebulon:)
Gettin' busy, getting' getting' busy

(Zebulon & Mac Maestro:)
We're getting' busy
Gettin' busy, getting' getting' busy

(Mac Maestro:) Allright

(Ghasem:) It's like jazz

(Zebulon:)
Hit'em with safe sex
I'm rappin on cool jazz
Yes, guess for Zebulon
Getting' busy on this track
Low ball on con check
There be no come back
After we're done we eat them up
Like a quick snack
Payback time now
Here's some knowhow
Let me show how
Breaking no bow
Like a detective
Radio active
Think about it
While I draw my spliff
I'm talking you and ya crew
Show dem there's something new
Something you couldn't do
Learn to respect is due
Jazz is art, recognition reward
Take a new card
While I'm ready to start
To them buzzed off
Being ripped off
Gettin' handcuffed
Try to gutter
Music from the business
The reason you're in this
Liar saints I ain't down with that
Just like way back
What's the use just the way
On a funkin pay check
I play music
Till the break of dawn
Keep on jammin' on
While we're havin' some fun
On hiphop and salsa
Ragga and soca
Hit 'em with the trumpet
New and faeter by Saskia
On the computer
The musical Looter
Zeb on the mike
I'm the underground booster

(Q F Da Funkee P:)
Yeah Q F Da Funkee P is in da house
You know what I'm saying
Breaking da shift down
Check it out yo
On the jazz tip
Ya yo

I stretch my musicles so ya know
What might be on the dance floor
To check my style 3 2 what,
It's the chosen phew
It flexes skills like nobody
Did ever knew before
We'd be hot news like Prince Charles
If he had Plus the Gods
So when you look it up
And put your fav what next
What you'd be interested enough
Like Paper boy watching teletext
The lines, outsiders would never understand us
Cause my last stretch from here that as
If I was plastic man
For instance when I say
You little boy you know your place
Cause I could make my own tracks
You learn to ty the shoe but yo
To catch the line
But I know where I'm talking about
You say he ain't saying nothing
He just talking loud
But yo I make a lot of sense
Although I usually not do
I like to brag a lot
And lie about my age too
Gone number 7
But yo the other one ain't twenty
But hair on my cheek
And on my chest I got plenty

(Mac Maestro:)
Yeah check it out now
Next up yo, next up yo
Break it down, I break it down

Jazz and da rap yeah
They all lotta hang bit
Jazzy improvise, yo rap yo freestyle
Come on baby pop ah
The love may contain my rap
As we're gonna take a grand tour with that
I was a night in Tunesia
There I had a skin
They call me the black man
With the crazy grin
I take seven steps to heaven
If you wanna see the light
I step up to my crew
And sing what's new kids
Yo check it out

(Zebulon:) On the trumpet

(Mac Maestro:)
I bring the Blue Monk
Into the Blue Funk
Now break up into Koko
To get to on the chunk
So many people look at me
And think I'm crazy
Like Miles would say so what
So take my funk my coat yeah
This ways means y're outta here
Like last year
And like to be the one I got some peers
And if you try to do what to do for the best
Yo Rob stop that crap I don't like it not yet

(Zebulon:) On the trumpet

(Mac Maestro:)
Jazz is a way of living kid
I mix the funk with the jazz
I throw it in a glass
I drink it all up
Now you got the fusion Black
I think about the days of way
When everybody actually played
And the funk rhymes slave
You know what I live
With the hiphop beat
Bop funk rhyme rocks
Says to bring the hard bop
Poet is past, the funk rhyme blasts
If you try to get the beat
Ya bring forth da jazz
And if they can't play that type of music
You know how we do it
You know how we use it
I am the one to call the funk
I am the electric ghost, my style is done

Yeah check it out y'all
Props goes out to Rosa King
Props goes out to Ben Herman
Props goes out to my man Kunta Kinte