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twista - razzamatazz/jazzamatazz lyrics

[ lyrics taken from cd booklet ]

[ verse 1 ]
oh – back again makin the rhythm kick jazz
used to be wick-wack, now i got funky pizzazz
idryss’ll do my fade-up cause he cuts em like cl-ss
and the chicks want me to l!ck cause i’m too quick, i think i’ll p-ss
dollars, if i don’t fold em, i roll em like a bolo
other steppin to brothers cause he be god? oh no
g-o-d, i be not he, it’s true, don’t call me loco
and my man eric the wiz will stir the mini mix up like coco
cut like michael myers, start up fires, i’m a scar hard
thinkin i be wimpy, i just simply rip em far apart
ansaars in new york, i know that you know that you are god
this brother’s from chicago, so i guess i’m a chigagod
rhythm is my producer of rhythms on the wax
the posse lower level be kickin some funky tracks
never ask, i ax, i get madder than max
diggem smacks, if they try to tax i play em like a sax

[ chorus ]
rock – me call it what?
(razzamatazz)
rock – me call it what?
(jazzamatazz)

[ verse 2 ]
styles, i hand em, i brand em like cattlecakes
better get flows from your bros if a battle takes
i hear a hiss, the tale of a taddle shakes
backs this breaks givin aches to the rattlesnakes
i get sp-nky with funky stylin
rhythms i flow, i kick them wild and
tryin to get with the styles i’m pilin
for your sob story i better get the violin
come again – watch a fun one construct
i don’t like sissy chickens and i hate a sucker duck
some label me a sucker because ducks i like t pluck
the only way i be a sucker is if women wanna suck
always goin broke so i don’t dig into my stash
i’m cool as brian robbins on the show _head of the cl-ss_
if you don’t get the picture, make the camera go flash
when this rhythm was a baby, doc spanked him on his – jaz

[ chorus ]

[ verse 3 ]
study my culture, soar like a vulture
my teacher marvin howard will create my sculpture
i’m kickin islam, some brothers try to bomb
facts can harm but i still say salaam
sometimes i blush, bust and leave p-ss
hush if i must, plus i don’t forget to flush
with suckers i fuss, thought i was soft like a slush
chicagods crush cause they think toys r us
hip (hip what) hop
this funky hip (hip what) hop
is funky hip (hip what) hop
this funky hip (hip what) hop
‘ll make a drip (drip what) drop
i like to rip (rip what) shop
i always slip (slip what) cops
reachin the tip (tip what) top
come in again
buck-buck, my rhythm be knockin at the do’
mi stamina rock, mi stamina rock, bloodclot, i do not know
why they judge me by one rap and say too fast i flow
even though i kinda thought i said it slow – oh

[ chorus ]

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