JAZZ IS DEAD

[Verse 1: Theo Croker]
Jazz is dead
We don't give a f*** what they said (No, we don't)
For this music, only our people bled
I'm owning all my masters, hear me, jazz is dead
Born from the Black intellectual mind
Swingin' with that afrobeat in J Dilla time
We the truth-torchbearers, open your eyes
Ain't gonna let these institutions teach our culture to die
They can't gentrify our spirits when the people align
We can set Black music free and watch the vibrations rise
Got me rappin', "Jazz is dead," gеt that filth out your mind
I brought the elder Gary Bartz to tеll you all one more time (Let's go)

[Refrain: Gary Bartz]
Jazz is dead, jazz is dead
Jazz, jazz is dead
Oh, jazz is dead
Jazz is dead, jazz is dead, jazz is dead
Long live music, jazz is dead

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 2: Kassa Overall]
I bring death to life to jazz, Lazarus
I lounge in the ho house, my name is a perfume
She move like a saint, but the dance cadaverous
Heard she sing songs on the stage of a full moon
Listen to it, the philosophical nigga music
Learn a couple words, you might even get to do it
Mass-produce the habits and rhythm
Leave me in the dark with a match and a prism
You got a diploma, but gotta get paid
You laughin' and smilin', but dancin' in chains, shh
You could be the death of me

[Instrumental Break]

[Outro]
(Jazz is dead)
(Long live the music)