Basement Jazz

[Verse 1: Blu] Check it, uh Jazz loops, mad shoes Piled up at the crib The bad news all up in the fridge Black and whites, all red All day, what a way to begin A sad song when the rain fall off your lid But the love for, I just might offer a rib A long story Probably never told you, kids It's a long way from home when you all alone Nobody calling on your phone Dial 1, 9-0 Where the fuck is my folks Them niggas on an other coast Yo, this mo' I woke up And I opened up the cereal box I never got to the prize tho I'm from the L-O-S An' Jealous niggas testing Need to find a best man Go be somebody's best friend Put down the weapon Go another direction My flow, other dimensions I know, none of your business Busy signal, sinful Minded ripples I be ripping through that fresh crew of losers You was in Probably threw your shit over the fence I know you wanna get in But know you can't get in You just don't get it [Verse 2: Blu] Rap Mercury, black burgundy, rap prime burglary Certainly bout to murk that boom bap over that cool jazz Curtains opened up Behind the 88-grand I'm on grams with my man We making grands You're shaking hands with the president of underground rap The Best Lyricist Underground B-L-U the smooth, educated Adequate, accurate, a average backpack High school dropout Pleased to meet you My name is Blu like the color of my LA hat Your rap group is spoiled milk I spit that shit out, I don't play that Kick the shit out of the break and the sample Make the bass catch claps like High hats, they can't handle the swing on the samba Hips on the Black Mamba Mama, hot chicks in the sauna Stick 'em up, I came to rob 'em All of the sudden stuck in drama Like fourth, I trap 'em When my nigga rob 'em