My Definition Of A Boombastic Jazz Style

What the fuck is this?
My definition of a boombastic jazz style

Here we go, are you ready for one other?
Dream Warriors' noise is new discover all
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 optimist
Fans or friends, I'm universally cosmic
Concrete jungles abound
Stand by the speakers

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, my definition, my definition
My definition is this
My definition, my definition is this, my definition

When I kick rhymes, there's somethin' said to do damage
Skin so strong, even Superman needs a hand
So bob your head-dread, 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 para fix
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, my definition, my definition
My definition is this
My definition, my definition is this, my definition

Rhyme, though I know it's a flow, it's 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 Lu
(Mine is Capital Q)
Bags of mostly water search to find my definition

My definition, my definition, my definition
My definition is this
(My definition)
My definition, my definition, my definition
My definition is this
My definition, my definition is this, my definition

I sought beauty through the dust of strife
I 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, it's speakin', has spoken
This rhyme will not change things
It needs to be changed in a hearse
You find caskets in my rhyme baskets of rhyme
Your definition can define, then, what's my definition?

My definition, my definition
My definition is this
(My definition)
My definition, my definition, my definition
My definition is this
My definition, my definition is this, my definition

Yo, where'd everybody go?



Credits
Writer(s): Quincy Jones, Richard Barrington Rodwell, Louie Constantine Robinson
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