My Definition of a Boombastic Jazz Style (Echo Mix)
[What the funk is this?]
My definition of a boombastic jazz style
Here we go, are you ready for one other?
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Concrete jungles abound
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You stand strong as you pump your fist
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Skin so strong even Superman needs a hand
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This rhyme is subliminal, yet you don't think so
I walk with a gold cane, a gold brain and no gold chain
Behind the truth lies there lies a parapet
In the mix is where Dream Warriors go
Define if you will, but I know so
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Rhyme thou, I know it, to flow it just like a poet
Your definition of me is definitely wrong
Why must I try to lie and build an alibi
When all you ask is just for me to be me?
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[(Mine is Capital Q)]
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I've sought beauty through the dust of strife
I've sought meaning to my music addiction
Arise, awaken, we have need to reverse
A plague has befallen us, no time to rehearse
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This rhyme will not change things
It needs to be changed in a verse
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[(Yo, where'd everybody go?)]
My definition of a boombastic jazz style
Here we go, are you ready for one other?
Dream Warriors' noise is new discoverable
Once again with a new blend, so telephone a friend
[(Yo, dude, I just got this new song, it's dope, man!)]
Compact disc to the prime is
Fans are friends, I'm universally cosmic
Concrete jungles abound
Stand by the speaker
You're smothered and covered up in the sound
You stand strong as you pump your fist
I'm talkin' all that jazz
Now what's my definition?
My definition
My definition
My definition is this
My definition
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My definition is this
My definition
My definition is this
My definition
When I kick rhymes, there's something said to do damage
Skin so strong even Superman needs a hand
So bob your head,, as I kick the funk flow
This rhyme is subliminal, yet you don't think so
I walk with a gold cane, a gold brain and no gold chain
Behind the truth lies there lies a parapet
In the mix is where Dream Warriors go
Define if you will, but I know so
There is no definition
My definition
My definition
My definition is this
My definition
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My definition is this
My definition
My definition is this
My definition
Rhyme thou, I know it, to flow it just like a poet
Your definition of me is definitely wrong
Why must I try to lie and build an alibi
When all you ask is just for me to be me?
Replace a replaceable replacement with this
Relax, relax, relaxation, boombastic
My name is King Lou
[(Mine is Capital Q)]
search to find my definition
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My definition is this [(My definition)]
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I've sought beauty through the dust of strife
I've sought meaning to my music addiction
Arise, awaken, we have need to reverse
A plague has befallen us, no time to rehearse
This rhyme speaks, is speaking, has spoken
This rhyme will not change things
It needs to be changed in a verse
You find caskets in my rhyme baskets of rhyme
No definition can define
So what's my definition?
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[(Yo, where'd everybody go?)]
Credits
Writer(s): Quincy Jones, Richard Barrington Rodwell, Louie Constantine Robinson
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