[Intro – spoken/sung, glitchy background noise, bebop horns flicker in] Snap that vinyl, scratch that soul, Bassline buzzin’ like it lost control. Uh — ba-da-bap, beep — glitch in the groove, You feel that jazz? We back on the move. [Verse 1 – half-rapped, half-spoken word] I talk like Coltrane, walk like a triplet, Snare like a slap, whole beat on a pivot. Got sax in my lungs, got 808s in my chest, I'm a jazzhead ghost in a trap kid’s vest. Bop like Dizzy, scatter that phrase, Code in the swing, I loop in a blaze. No rules, just tempo bends, Every bar I drop—Charlie Parker grins. [Pre-Chorus – glitchy FX, stuttered vocal cuts] Ba-da-da / ba—ba-bap— Twist it up, bring it back. Snap-hat / click-clack / 404’s In the pocket like bebop wars. [Chorus – chopped and repeatable hook with swing/trap phrasing] Jitter and swing, glitch and trap, Ride that hi-hat, bend that slap. Old soul in a byte-size suit, Jazz hands dirty in a low-end loop. (Jitter, swing / Glitch, trap...) I make ‘em bounce with a bebop slap. [Verse 2 – more rhythmic, slightly more melodic] Head nod heavy like Monk on the keys, Snare hits cold like a breeze through the reeds. Time bends sideways, rhyme cuts clean, I scat through the silence, talkin' code on the screen. 808 preacher, glitch hop thief, Stealin’ old riffs from the bop motif. Trigger that break, rewind that mess, I'm a vinyl-scratch sermon in a hi-res dress. [Bridge – filtered breakdown, ambient FX + half-sung lines] You feel it twitch in your knees, That groove that stutters, skips, and breathes. Not clean, not neat — just real, Like brass in the blood or wheels on steel... [Final Chorus – heavier drop, bigger drums, chopped vocals] Jitter and swing, glitch and trap, Bounce that line, bend that slap. Low-end monk in a hi-hat suit, Bebop dreams in a bassline loop. Jitter, swing / Glitch, trap— It’s that sharp snap jazz with a digital slap.
