Razzamatazz / jazzamatazz

[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 class And the chicks want me to lick cause I'm too quick, I think I'll pass 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