CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : Jazz

Jazz is the substance and base
Of manifestation of Grits for Nubian taste
The voice of the horn cries for freedom of imprisonment
Releasing the soul from the shackles of environment
The bass is like the blood in your veins
Pumping breath to your organs so life can maintain
Of course we need the skins to keep the timin'
Like your heart plays the part of keepin' everything in line
Like brain waves the keys sound signals in spurts and harmony
Where would you be without the melody
The vocalist in this quartet is the Spirit
Or better yet the Son of Man
So there you have it broken down anatomically
Grits illustrated for the ones that doubt
Cause the heart is expressed in the music and always has
This is what I think about Jazz

Jazz is the mother and Hip Hop's the child
She died and revived now her child's runnin' wild
Grits is the tool and Hip Hop's the Nation
Sent to teach those of Truth and Creation
Jazz is the mother and Hip Hop's the child
She died and revived now her child's runnin' wild
Grits is the tool and Hip Hop's the Nation
Sent to teach those of Truth and Creation