Well here's how it started Heard you on the radio Talkin' 'bout rap Sayin' all that crap about how we sample Givin' examples Think we'll let you get away with that? You criticize our method of how we make records You said it wasn't art, so now we're gonna rip you apart Stop, check it out my man This is the music of a hip-hop band Jazz, well you can call it that But this jazz retains a new format Point, where you misjudged us Speculated, created a fuss You've made the same mistake politicians have Talkin' all that jazz Talk, well I heard talk is cheap But like beauty, talk is just skin deep And when you lie and you talk alot People tell you to step off alot You see, you misunderstood A sample is a tactic A portion of my method, a tool In fact it's only of importance when I make it a priority And what we sample of, is the majority But you are a minority, in terms of thought Narrow minded and poorly taught About hip-hop, playin' all the silly games You erase my music, so no one can use it Step on us and we'll step on you Can't have your cake and eat it too Talkin' all that jazz Lies, that's when you hide the truth It's when you talk more jazz than proof And when you lie and address something you don't know It's so whack that it's bound to show When you lie about me and the band we get angry We'll bite our pen, start writin' again And the things we write are always true Suckers, get a grip, now we talkin' 'bout you Seems to me that you have a problem So we can see what we can do to solve them Think rap is a fad? you must be mad 'Cause we're so bad we get respect you never had Tell the truth, James Brown was old 'Til Eric and Rakim came out with "I Got Soul" Rap brings back old R&B And if we would not, people could've forgot We wanna make this perfectly clear We're talented and strong and have no fear Of those who choose to judge but lack pizazz Talkin' all that jazz Now we're not tryin' to be a boss to you We just wanna get across to you That if you're talkin' jazz, the situation is a no-win You might even get hurt, my friend Stetsasonic, the hip-hop band And like Sly and the Family Stone, we will stand Up for the music we live and play And for the song we sing today For now, let us set the record straight And later on we'll have a forum and a formal debate But it's important you remember, though What you reap is what you sew Talkin' all that jazz Talkin' all that jazz Talkin' all that jazz

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