“Skyline Jazz” is arguably my most soulful song to date. Vibrant trumpet notes and a beautiful soul sample work together in harmony creating the perfect soundscape for ill rhymes. From the beat to the bars, the unforgettable feeling and nostalgia of 90’s hip hop is brought to life in contemporary fashion. lyrics I’m receiving blessings Being tested blow stacks reinvested My size, won’t measure up to what I should be I could be the metric, possibly domestic logically elected To forego love my boys go club Put in sweat equity and pour mo’ blood Resurrect biggie, with four fours the door won’t budge Celebrate myself they won’t award no dubs My stats more than competitive Unpack my skeletons Don’t relish in the fact I love rap more than my relatives I feel bad for that Hang loose they mad attached I don’t chatter shake hands kiss babies and scatter back Told the opthalmologist See me and mine, in deluxe Cadillacs Said that’s cataract Ask and the answers I’d risk it again Resist persist past limits of typical men A true student I’m a kid in the space Years later find Kwaj when you dig in the crates Craig Mack, deliver the taste Love motivates no figure replace A true student I’m a kid in the space Years later find Kwaj when you dig in the crates Craig Mack, deliver the taste Love motivates no figure replace I’m Iceberg Slim in the flesh it’s game over Continuing would serve to belittle your rep I make the riddler guess don’t dribble the best A little finesse, make yo periimeter stretch Meet a man it take a minute or less Administer tests, see if he mimic respect Assume reciprocation if he on a similar quest Where’s the benefit assisting someone mission while pissing the best Years left blessings never die find where your grace stay Live life with intention no mistakes made Y’all take applause from anybody, I rate praise Opinions of greats weigh more than cats who fake plays Y’all click bait like a newsweek leak I’m bout 20 years in y’all two week streak I did it before I pen it, my looseleaf speak Remove the ego each champ the crew repeat A true student I’m a kid in the space Years later find Kwaj when you dig in the crates Craig Mack, deliver the taste Love motivates no figure replace A true student I’m a kid in the space Years later find Kwaj when you dig in the crates Craig Mack, deliver the taste Love motivates no figure replace credits released February 23, 2024 Vocals & Lyrics by Kwaj Produced by Momo Ward Trumpet by Quin Jaye Mixed & Mastered by Brian Kidd
