Ella J

i was made to rock the stage this is the best beat i uad come my way cause i can spat. take lessons and see where my pen is at. in between hop and a jazzy jam. i walk the line and the lines be damned. Everytime i bust a rhyme likeba jazzy poet all the bitches line up cause the bitches know it. you see it takes a little swing to get my juices flowing. with a tight keys groove and a rythm work. its time to scat a ryhme to make ya jive and jerk. take em back to the days of the invent. American was a can not an i cant do that. everyone was a skilled and hardened chap. round hat and the factory work was flat. take em back to the bitch that flew the plane. let em look at that bitch and complain. take em back to the one who took the seat. see if their bravery could really compete. take em back before the market crashed let em dance in a ball with hella class. let em have their tiny glass nice dresses and a covered ass. take em back to the days with ella j. and if the thing don't swing you can throw it away. take it back to days they took away horn players on a live and vibrant stage good gardens. do for us. out of foreign affairs. and thats enough. whole damned house on one income. dumb American done turned dumb.