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Thursday, June 2, 2011
Jam n I
[Intro]
“yes yes y’all feel the beat y’all
Freak freak y’all
You don’t stop
Uh yes yes y’all feel the beat y’all
Freak freak y’all
You don’t stop”
[Stanzas]
see
with jam n i
my music and me
me go places…
places u can never imagine
imagine me and her
her and i walkin side to side
side of mine, front and back
back to the basics we go
go to the moon, sun and the stars
stars arent so far fetched when i’m around her
around her anythin is possible
possible that i am able to touch the sky
the sky may be the limit for many but not for me
for me and my music
my music, jam n i
i n jam (hmm hmm hmm)
yeah im catchin vibes
vibes now tell me is u catchin hypes
hypes now is u feelin alrite?
alrite,is u feelin alrite?
alriiigghhtt!
cos i’m still letting these rhymes
rhymes loose like musical notes on the time line
on the time line u can play, pause nd rewind
rewind slow mo’ or freeze like, a sneeze
sneeze,let is ease for a second…
second is up, now let your heart beat
beat to the rhythm
the rhythm will take you places
places she takes me with her melody
melody divine brings a serene state of mind
mind, time, line, but nothing parallel exists
nothing parallel exists in the moment where we bouncin off walls
off the walls we tambourine and jamboree to distorted frequencies
frequencies undecided to high or low pitch
pitch this, bitch please! this is my ball court only with my music
my music brings the bass, drums, kicks and snares
snares to the kicks nd th drums to the bass
bass and that tremble, as if an earthquake
now wait…lets have a moment of silence for Japan…
and those who’ve past…
now we back…off the mayhem
now quake that tremble
bass that drum
kick that snare
me - my music
i - jam
my music and me
jam n i
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the first poem i ever recited..was gud til the laptop refused to scroll down! at “poet’s passport, grammar-phone session”
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