Indonesia - Jazz Liberatorz/Tableek from Maspyke
They tell me that I'm reaching back too much
I say not enough but I rarely have the time for catching up
I'm penning the blues to cure the blues
Undoubtably words lead to misery and prime time news
You choose to select this brother with a complex mind
Twisting the rhyme for these concrete times
They say Sink or swim niggas
Them people busting their nine off
My kicks always banging like Kruschev
That might be off the normal train of thought
But without standards that's how the bullshit's taught
Like comparing Kenny G to Charlie Parker
Twenty foot wall with aerosol or some toy with a marker
I'm the reason why they change rules cause I say f**k rules smash fools
Full course meals switched to snackables downgraded
I love it when the flow change from their hands
to my hands and I see grams
I'm fading nodding handmade toboggan from Costa Rica
Got the incense burning called Indonesia
A brother like me just don't sleep my eyes close it's chaotic leisure
Rhymes written to please the most discrete listener
To the misinformed newborn that's missing the
Way things evolve so organic
Science in these motherf**king raps and the rooks can't stand it
From hip-hop to bebop trombone to break
We live from the BX the 7-1-8
So refined and exquisite is things we create
In agreement with the stars it's the hands of fate
For this hiphop to bebop for all to see
Rocking straight from the field it's the 4 1 3
We're the brightest of the bright don't confuse us G
Nothing less certified fresh we was born to be
Ah right there be easy Over there be easy
Right where be easy Right there be easy
What's a light that won't fade and won't go out
What's an MC to do with an ounce of doubt
How can I keep these niggas to listening
Where is my right-hand man when my left one seems missing
Can you count all the amounts of times
I stepped from the hood stowed away writing rhymes
Does the visual take away from your own design
I mean how can one picture come from 15 minds
I'm like you saw the symbol did you read the sign and uh
Who determines who's ahead of their time
Trying to not be forgotten is an aimless cause
All in the sand box but my shovel's much bigger than yours
We crossed the bridge now we increase the pace
Check the melody while I conclude my case
I'm the MC Tableek science in the rap
Liberating Jazz Liberatorz on the track
I'm repping those that's deening hoodied up or benz beaming
Clever crooks are cracking the book always feening for the knowledge
Might be in the white tee
Some think I'm just a thug-nigga but I might be
But everyone act politely we can build all damn night B
Chill with the womens and the wifeys
I heard France on the radio was burning up
I slightly grinned then I told the cabbie turn it up
From hip-hop to bebop trombone to break
We live from the BX the 7-1-8
So refined and exquisite is things we create
In agreement with the stars it's the hands of fate
For this hiphop to bebop for all to see
Rocking straight from the field it's the 4 1 3
We're the brightest of the bright don't confuse us G
Nothing less certified fresh we was born to be
I'm in the lie low
I'm in the lie low
I'm in the lie low
