Listen to Jazz (We've Got) by A Tribe Called Quest

Jazz (We've Got)

A Tribe Called Quest

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad

Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad

DJ

Phife Dawg

Vocals

Q-Tip

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Kamaal Fareed

Songwriter

Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad

Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad

Songwriter

Malik Izaak Taylor

Malik Izaak Taylor

Songwriter

Bronislaw Kaper

Bronislaw Kaper

Composer

Ned Washington

Lyrics

A Tribe Called Quest

A Tribe Called Quest

Arranger

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

A Tribe Called Quest

A Tribe Called Quest

Producer

Bob Power

Mixing Engineer

Tom Coyne

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]

We got the jazz, we got the jazz

We got the jazz, we got the jazz

We got the jazz, we got the jazz

We got the jazz, we got the jazz

[Verse 1]

Stern, firm and young with a laid-back tongue

The aim is to succeed and achieve at twenty-one

Just like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound

Captivate the mass 'cause the prose is profound

Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek

Boom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep

Or your Honda, or your Beamer, or your Legend, or your Benz

The rave of the town to your foes and your friends

So push it along, trails we blaze

Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise

The tranquility will make you unball your fist

For we put hip-hop on a brand new twist

A brand new twist with a whole heap of mystic

So low-key that you probably missed it

But yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd

When the guy takes the beat, they bowed

So raise up, squire, adjust your attire

We have no time to wallow in the mire

If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead

Join in the essence of the cool out breed

You cool out to the music 'cause it makes you feel serene

With the birds and the bees and all those groovy things

Like getting stomach aches when you gotta go to work

Or staring into space when you're feeling berserk

I don't really mind if it's over your head

'Cause the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead, so

Pay attention, it's not hard to decipher

And after the horns, you can check out the Phifer

[Chorus]

We got the jazz, we got the jazz

We got the jazz, we got the jazz

We got the jazz, we got the jazz

We got the jazz, we got the jazz

[Verse 2]

Competition, them Phifer come sideway

But competition, they must come straightway

Competition, them Phifer come sideway

But competition, they must come straightway

How's about that? It seems like it's my turn again

All through the years, my mic has been my best friend

I know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it?

Some even wanna diss me, but why sweat it?

I'm all into my music 'cause it's how I make papes

Try to make hits like Kid Capri makes tapes

Me sweat another? I do my own thing

Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing

I grew up as a Christian so to Jah, I give thanks

Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks

I sing and chat, I do all of that

It's 1991 and I refuse to come whack

I take off my hat to other crews that tend to rock

But the Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop

I got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear?

Stop, look and listen, but please don't stare

So, jet to the store and buy the LP

On Jive RCA, cassettes and CDs

Produced and arranged by the four-man crew

And oh, shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too

Make sure you have a system with some phat house speakers

So the new shit can rock from Mars to Massapequa

'Cause where I come from, quality is job one

And everybody up on Linden know we get the job done

So peace to that crew and peace to this crew

Bring on the tour, we'll see you at a theater nearest you

[Verse 3]

Hey, yo, but wait, back it up, easy, back it up

Please let the Abstract embellish on the cut

Back and forth just like a Cameo song

If you dig this joint, then please, come dance along

To the music 'cause it's done just for the rhyme

Now I gotta scat and get mine, underline

The jazz, the what? The jazz can move that ass

For the Tribe originates that feeling of pizzaz

It's the universal sound, bless the brothers underground

And the ones six below, you didn't have to go

Some say that I'm eccentric 'cause I once had an orgy

And sometimes for breakfast, I eat grits and porgies

If this is a stinker, then call me a skunk, I ask

[Outro]

What's wrong?

Now check it out

All my peoples in Queens, you don't stop

Now all my peoples in Brooklyn, you don't stop

And all my peoples uptown, you don't stop

That includes the Bronx and Harlem, you don't stop

Now to that girl, Ramelle, you don't stop

I say because Ladies First, you don't stop

And to the JB's, you don't stop

And De La Soul, you don't stop

To my Brand Nubians, you don't stop

And to my Leaders of the New, you don't stop

To my man, Large Professor, you don't stop

Pete Rock for the beat, you don't stop

Everybody in the place, you don't stop

You keep it on to the rhythm, you don't stop

And last but not least on the sure shot

It's the Zulu nation

Written by: Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad, Kamaal Fareed, Malik Izaak Taylor

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