Last Of The Spiddyocks

{all together}

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[Butterfly]

The season's been good like a sweet

I hang out with a gang out Flatbush with cool beats

I foun the reverberated shout was "god damn"

And questions about the methods how the Planets made jams

Wallowed through a gang of mirk in the interim

A couple of times we got jerked but still invented them

Wicked litle kick it joints that got us ghetto wheight

And also kept the jazz alive by pulling off the plates

Maybe only we was hip to stretching out the brain

I felt like Bird Parker when I shot it in my vein

I toss these major losses on a Mingus jazzy strum

Flip off into a nod and dig myself for dying young

It's like cool was the bop and the flair

I kicks it to my pools by the nap of the hair

I'm pinning Uncle Sam for the death of swinging quotes

For losing Bud Powell sliding over Dizzy's notes

Was it that the rebirth was the birth of new shit or cool shit

The jazz power shower showed the crew was sure legit

But hey presence is gone

Hank Mo's gone

They killed the coolest breeze in this land of the free

And it been like that since they lied about they flag

Like all my main man's gave their beats up for skag

So I pops it at your crew like Bu I did a lid

But I use Lee's Cooker I got my buzz around midnight

{all together}

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[Ladybug]

The season's been smooth like the suede

Pumas that Butter got when Butter got paid

Or better yet Dolphy's archetypes for cool dudes

Or better still 'Trane using space in afro blue

It's simple

Swing be the freakin' of the time

The spinning by the King's good for speaking of the mind

The 47 sessions gave the buzzes that I caught

They asked me was it cool blues Knowledge

{What you thought?}

I told them it was solid, dig, the licks was way out

My baby loves to kiss when Ornette just lays out