[Chorus:]
Cause you have a good shinin' man
Do what you can


[Verse 1:]
Once upon a time not long ago

When all the cats went to hear Satchmo blow
Groovin' at a tempo fast or slow
Jazz was at a new plateau ready to grow

Also
Developin' ways to make dough
Although

We always heard no when at a show
The Klan couldn't keep the man from makin' mo'
Better Blues

Kinda confused here's the news
These grooves is better than your blue suede shoes
Some G's are fake and some will make moves

I prove
Jazz gone up another level
Real without making a deal with the devil

And so
I'm about to let the world know
That bebop and skattin' was an old school flow

Callaway was a dope MC, you didn't know?
Now that the years gone by some will try
Try to make that hip hop and jazz thing die

When it was skat before it was rap,
Yo it was fly
Now it brings tears to the eye, oh my

I didn't hear that back in the days
I wonder why


[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]

Ennie, meenie, minie, mo
Let's pick a song
Let's make it long

And add the rap to make it strong
And if it's wrong
Then I'll chill and let it stop

If not, then I'll bust chops to get props
To make sure jazz and hip hop is at the tip top
But wait

We must cross roads to get it straight
In rhyme there's a thin line between love and hate
Some state

Rap will never make it out the gate
But I'm here to cause a debate and contemplate
Why jazz and hip hop is considered second rate

But what' the use
If I proceed to break it loose
There's always an excuse why the rapper gets abuse

Don't wanna tangle
Because the angle is obtuse
Same kinda case that was facin' the Juice

My tongue can get necks hung
Where's the noose
My hypotenuse was to make rap fun

But what I done
Has put the Soldier on the run
From sun to sun

Carryin' weight that weights a ton
Convinced without a gun
Forget the fame of your name

They need someone to blame for murder one