Jazz (We've Got...)(Re-recording) - A Tribe Called Quest

Q-Tip: 
Woo...Grand groove, grand groove (2X) 

Rough, rough, rugged 
Tough like a nugget 
Listen to the Abstract Poetic, don't snub it 
The Midnight Marauder is the hype beat arranger 
Don't front on the lyrics or the two cuz it's danger 
Hook you like a junkie, you'll flip like a monkey 
To the openness of the rhythm, so proceed because I'm funky 
I get down, down like a fly hooker's panties 
Make you catch a spirit and motivate a fanny 
I be the fly poet, rappers, they get jelly 
Upset when I rock, cuz yo, they beats is smelly 
See, I got it goin on like a Forbes tax return 
Listenin to these lyrics when it's hot will make it burn 
Baby burn, baby burn, up into the heavens 
The skies up above, the one you think of 
Is the highly regarded, hell of the people 
Your mic and my mic? Come on, yo, no equal 
So if ya wanna do it to yourself 
That is to mess around with the jazz, then just blame yourself 
Cuz you made your bed, so now you lay in it 
That's your (shit) on the floor, then go and play in it 
I refuse to catch a 'L' in a battle 
Cuz yo, I got the jazz and I'll whup a rapper's (ass) 
Into little next to nuthin 
Test me if I'm frontin 
I'm passin flyin colors cuz yo... 

Chorus (Q-Tip): 
Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) (7X) 
We've got the jazz 
Come on 
Come on, Phife 

Phife: 
No need for introductions cuz you know who I be (the Phife Dawg) 
Yep, the one who loves to slaugher MCs 
I got style, grace and razamatazz 
I'm like my girl Patrice Rushen, yo 
I add pizazz, now 
Most people remember Phife from the Phife like smoothness 
But now it's time to hit you with roughneck rudeness 
I'm still vexed, fuming, gots to come raw 
The first punk that tries to flex, I'll be cracking your jaw 
I'll mold you, fold you, roll you up like a spliff 
Don't ever try to test or else that (ass) will get whipped 
I'm forever poppin junk, its like a fat invite 
To any MC who wants to flex, yo, we can do this tonight 
Gel up my posse up on Linden and 1-9-2 
Pull up my brothas from Sayers Ave., the Brooklyn Zoo 
All my crew up in Strong Island, so yo, don't sleep 
Cuz it only takes a peek to watch that (ass) get beat 
Brothas wanna play rough, but they can all get some 
Wanna be hero, but you're a zero, that means you gets none 
Don't ever try to step to a kid you can't get with 
Why mess with a brotha that your girl once slept with? 
I'm a negro, he's a negro, wanna be a negro too? 
But beatin on a woman, is somethin that a puss would do 
I love jazz, but that doesn't mean that I'm timid 
Not really a gangsta rapper but I can swing it for a minute 

Q-Tip: 
Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) (3X) 
Come on 
Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) (3X) 
Come on 
I go...woo...grand groove, grand groove 
Ooh...grand groove, grand groove 
Check it out 
We got the jazz y'all (3X) 
(ad lib)