Coltranes of the Movement

Verse 1 - Aquakulture
Grey hairs got em looking like stressed piled on

Back when the suit was orange white like a pileon 

Mama bugging the fuck out that er child gone 

Seem like she don't make enough to send her child more 

Honestly its real hard for me to call a friend bro

When dudes moods change quicker than 6 tones

I love the mic stand

Safer than taking loses tryna turn a hundred dollars to a hundred grand
 And the pen righteous, you in the middle you get left , right quick

Went from corellas to Michelle phiffers

And I'll address it at a male dominated cypher 

Dont approach me turn this male to a failed lifer 

For now celebrating moseltoff 

Hit up beach and bay watch I call it hasselhoffin 

Tryna make it to the point where we travel often

Make sure my people stay eating before the wrist flossing/

Coulda still been in the streets, letting the hand squeeze/

Before I wrote this record listened to ambeez/

Extremities, I write rhymes preferably/

Police still tryna choke me, I can't breathe/

This is gentlemen status, where the derby /

Sewage drain lamping catch me whereever curbs be/

This is street cat knowledge boy, new edition/

Mad respect to you forever if you choose to listen
Verse 2 - Timbuktu
jazz club saloon setting/

the homies in their regular booth the crew legends/
 the smooth menace my mood a blue tempest/

two tenors moving the groove like bootleggers/
 

nobody got a perfect past/

tryna find the answers at the bottom of a bourbon glass/
 vocals bloom floating in a smoky room/

smoke em with the boom then I'm ghost like I'm polka roo/
 

syncopated with the moody blues/

plus the youth find it complicated like a rubix cube/

lounge lizards / mommas and the poppas singers/

there's no doppelganger I'm the boss with the Chewbacca fingers/
 

banana hands on the keys the fam humingus/

piano man he backing the band like Charles Mingus/

that's DK rich mahogany like anchorman/

writing jazz standards on that H from Afghanistan/ 
 

PI's in crown Vics watch on candid cam/

competition mannequins I son em like a family man/
 arrive and pound fist set the ambience /

steamy like Miami heat feeling like a thousand grand/
Verse 3 - Ghettosocks
-we wake up and go to work when the sun’s gone/

-we raisin standards when you hear a standard sung raw/

ordered up some Yang Chow rice outta Fung Wah/ with 

golden jewels shimmering on me like I’m Sun Ra/



hop outta space dipped in astro black/ live 

jazz in neon letters reflecting off the Cadillac/

communicate polychromatic in this habitat/

rest in peace Guru - long live Jazzmatazz/



-deep rooted- no sheet music/ so

fluent with the sax you can feel her thoughts speak through it/

- the air was thick popped the top off thermometers/ I

watched her lick the reed and place her mouth on the embouchure/
 

- play the back Kerouac a word painter/ walked

in rocking the same shirt as Serge Gainsbourg/

pain in the music- remaining a student/ they 

strain to be the next Coltrane of the movement/