Genius At Work

Ladies & gentleman

I would like to introduce to you tonight

A very special and intriguing musical experience

The Jazz Liberatorz featuring Fatlib and T-Love

Summon old tablets when I burst a verse

I don't know if it's a blessing or somewhat of a curse

Before I spit I get the money first

Rarely do I practice and barely rehearse

Somehow the flow still come out lovely

I guess I'm blessed by the man above me

Liberation, lacin' y'all with the rawness

A dawn of a new era's upon us

We gotta make moves, I paid my dues already

Been doing this since the days of Rocksteady

My resume is heavy

When it comes to dough, you know I'm ready

So rang this orangutan jungle funk

Juggle fun, double chop, rock on the rock star drum

Rock and roll songs belongs to blues singers

So peep the song that I bring ya

Like ink and feather

Putting thoughts together

Got pen and paper

Can of pops for later

Ain't nothing better

Till it comes together

There's a lot things

Out of range

And over done

You from the breed of **** in need

To bump Hip-Hop all day, smoke weaties and weed

Hopin' you can open up a book and read about

How to succeed you got seeds to feed

Greed, jealousy, envy, hate

Be the sins you commit to put food on the plate

But since I'm the shit fool you got to wait ****

To eat your meal fool cause I ain't ate

Evaluate to valuate your mental state

It's essential for survival, it's not too late

This all meant you ain't shit and you needs to quit

And everything that you got you was lucky to get

But I'll stay the real me so you can feel me

Still silly and always will be

And if you ever wonder will I ever be serious

Check the rhyme in the chorus just in case you're curious

Like ink and feather

Putting thoughts together

Got pen and paper

Can of pops for later

Ain't nothing better

Till it comes together

There's a lot things

Out of range

And over done

So how did T-Love get her gift

It started with a present that was on my list

Well, if not for Christmas from that night

Given a wish that was skill that I use for the writin'

Craft and draft and searching themes

Lurks in pages, works on a saver

Return of the B girl promises

A path and scaff on vlad and 5th mill

A can of pops, I'm ready to bomb

My colors are warm, brought all my caps along

With my fat tip, my brotha Fatlip

We came together when the pair was on a tack trip

So gass the generator we ready to rush

Jazz Liberator, T ready to buss

So break me away a chain

Double from troublesome bubblegum caught

A rocks right now

Like ink and feather

Putting thoughts together

Got pen and paper

Can of pops for later

Ain't nothing better

Till it comes together

There's a lot things

Out of range

And over done

What do you do, Tony Love & Fatlip

What do you do, I'm more the fat kid

What do you do, Tony Love & Fatlip

What do you do, pick up a fat gift