Jazzoetry - The Last Poets

Rhythms and sounds

In leaps and bounds

Scales and notes and endless quotes

Hey black soul being told

Hypnotizing while improvising is mentally appetizing

Off on a tangent

Ain't got a cent

Searching soaring exploring

Seek and you shall find

More time more time

More time more time

More time more time

More time more time

To find who how where were you are you blue

We're not thru digging the new

Climbing higher soul's on fire

Seeking the top can't stop dig bop

Left earth on a new birth

In s e out s e our place and face us

Regenerated hiss complicated vibrating educating stimulating

Young and old as a whole

Those who know jazz is prose

And how it goes and is going to be

Me us we free

Baby can't you see

Hey check tt out without a doubt what it's all about then shout

Off and on being born

Rhythmically in a wail can't fail smooth sail

Break it down run it around

And give it a pound on the town in the world

Dig the sound of our love inside our pride that's on the ride

Jazzoetry is poetry

Getting hat on a scat

The beginning of this the end of that

Riffling on a cue the play is never through

Solid baby me and you

Smooth glowin' and flowin' while your horn is blowin'

Puttin' on the show

Digging some mo' black ego

Going up growin' up that's us

Smokin' cooking hard boiled like a cobra coiled

Blowing your mind to rhythmic time

Digging up driving striving arriving at conclusions

Life and death all in one breath

Minor chords soft keys summer breeze winter freeze listen please

Breakin' the rules schooling the fools

Jazz is cool that's the truth

Dig my proof rhythm and swing doing your thing

Abnormally informally jazzoetry is poetry

Poetic vibes masculine bass

Flute and drums pick up the pace

Piano keys on a spiralling flight

That's jazzoetry in black and white

Brilliant colours glowing hues

Intimate expressions personal views

Spreadin' the news by way of the blues

Brothers others lovers mothers sons friends

Brothers others lovers

Mothers sons friends

Brothers others lovers mothers sons friends

On the set ain't none of y'all been freed yet

Trying to pin what's happening

What you're coming from and going to

Communicating with me and you

Internal feeling is spiritually healing

When I'm dealing with jazz

That has turned me on

Blow that horn

That has turned me on

Blow that horn

That has turned me on

Blow that horn

Blow that horn

Turned me on