Blu & Exile - Miles Davis - Lyrics
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The song was self-produced by Exile.
Blu & Exile have carved their names in the legacy of independent rap with the release of their album, Below The Heavens in 2007.
Though they've gone on to work on their respective solo careers, they've reunited to release a few projects.
Up next for them is Miles that they announced earlier today with a brand new single titled, "Miles Davis." Blu & Exile - Miles Davis (prod.
[Intro] Swing, swing Swing, wait, wait Yeah, Miles Davis (My bad) Uh, yeah, uh [Verse 1: Blu] I autograph my cash and called a cab We on the map (Map), back in New York City like a Dodger cap Blu, smooth like blue suede shoes I told my homie, "Improve," I'm Tim Allen with the tools I built my booth, made of jewels, left a hole in the speaker Stepped in the stu', no shoes, but got more soul than sneakers Below the clouds holdin' the crown, a coconut smile But on the humble, word to mumbles, all balls don't bounce But yet, a thousand styles flip out when the DJ spins out Hits out, spit back a hundred rounds Pulled the clip off, the most dope Niggas get roached tryna approach the host We lay it down, yo, butterin' toast And introduction to the pro, most fit To hold his dick and spit I load a clip to hit the list in his mitt I invent too many patterns to pattern your path after Tell them rappers that we got it mastered, yo [Chorus: Blu] Miles Davis Mi-Mi-Miles Davis (The leader) Mi-Mi-Miles Davis (Trumpet) Miles Davis [Verse 2: Blu] It's time to blow, but kinda new, colossal too My whole team supreme, it's like a dream come true I thought you new like the words to Brooklyn Zoo how we cook the stu' (Stu') Homie my hook up might cut up, might hook your tooth Salute the best of, niggas hear this and drop their bust stuff We next up, pop off the deck for your cassette bus You couldn't blow it, Coltrane in the mall Playin' the funk but y'all need to be hangin' it up You cats washed up, cuttin' with vets and got your paws plucked Prison guards couldn't lock us, get your balls up Bar none, nigga, Jay Barnes get the job done We could be Siamese twins, still my squad won My due, my rent late, I still pay dues I'm too cool, too G, I sing the ill, straight blues Born in '83, still gettin' it in '82 And ain't a person on Earth who could fill these shoes [Chorus: Blu] Miles Davis Mi-Mi-Miles Davis (Remember Miles) Mi-Mi-Miles Davis Miles Davis Miles Davis Mi-Mi-Miles Davis (Remember Miles) Mi-Mi-Miles Davis Miles Davis [Verse 3: Blu] Yeah, uh Ex, cut it (Cut it) The black trumpet (Uh), you couldn't strum it (Nah) That instrumental hit, you in your stomach when you runnin' Crowds plummet tryna touch it The gold on it make you go out and crown somethin' It's the best, the next in the West Cover your chest like Muslims cover their neck Truth seeker, summon my text, bar coastal for bifocals It'll knock your trial over You tryna chop with the top chef, try over Who rhyme colder from California? (Uh) You catch pneumonia in the city Biggie wrote rhymes over Blow tweeters out speakers like "Ether" through your aethers, yeah Eat up receivers with the signal, I'ma leave ya It's the code of the street sweeper, the sleep, sleep Deeper to the hair on my people, beatin' blocks with the single I see you coverin' ass like Utah fans But John Stockton couldn't pass talkin' all that jazz [Chorus: Blu] Miles Davis Mi-Mi-Miles Davis (Remember Miles) Mi-Mi-Miles Davis Miles Davis Miles Davis Mi-Mi-Miles Davis (Remember Miles) Mi-Mi-Miles Davis Miles Davis [Outro: Blu] Miles Davis Uh, Miles Davis Miles Davis (Cuttin' loose with the band) The leader, trumpet Miles, Miles Davis (Miles Davis cuttin' loose with the band) Miles Davis Swing, swing, swing Oh, oh Blu