Math CP - Jazz

What's up, it's your man, I'm here to hold the pressure of the bass inside the palm of my hand
I put every single word on the scale, before I let em end up in the air I gotta make sure everything is clear

So I clarify my thoughts, bounce to the snares, verify my mind to see if everybody's there
Pick the best lines I can find to express my mind, grind em and mix em and twist em til they sound divine

I'm so ready to shine, I'm so ready to let the world know that I was sent to keep the game alive
The world is mine, back when Nas was bumping in my ears, younger years, I never thought my ass could really rhyme

Now I'm twenty, still living at my momma's crib, give me one decade and Imma show you how the fuck it is
I dream to make it big, since I was a kid, only one target, you dig, Imma make it big

Feels so good when the jam can hit the spot
When the jazz is so spicy like that chicken in the pot
Swear it feels so good when the funk can hit the spot
When the jam is so breezy from the bottom to the top

When I'm cooling with the boys, it's a couple seats, couple g's in the bag of herbs and a couple sheets
Til it's just me and filly dawg slowly creeping to the lab trynna see what I can add up to a couple beats

We just wanna make it sound right, that's why I look over my shoulder asking what it sounds like
If everybody's sleeping, smashed, we're downstairs looking for a snare, all we find is trash

Peace to each of the homies but sometimes the only way to create is by my lonely
Especially when the jam is hard, ain't got a lot of free time but you know I'm trying to become a star

Spending hours in my bedroom, when I sleep I don't need bed sheets cuz I keep on cooking on some heat
When I feel some spice in the music the night is short but it don't matter, life is short

Feels so good when the jam can hit the spot
When the jazz is so spicy like that chicken in the pot
Swear it feels so good when the funk can hit the spot
When the jam is so breezy from the bottom to the top

Written by:
Mathis Caron-Pelletier

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