[Verse 1: Dylan Ross]
I rock to the rhythm when I rock my kicks
If you ain't got something funky keep it out of the mix
Feeling like I got drums but I don't got sticks
Just two fidgety fingers and they hit like this
I'm Mint like this, I still rap like a spinal tap can't believe what some of these shops price they vinyl at
I guess I'm fine with that it's pepper and salt and oak trees that turn leaves look the best in the fall
I'm stepping in tall. Dylan's imminent y'all
Finna blow up bigger than the Edmonton mall
When I'm up in CA or down in CA, CLE-a to Monterey bay loud enough that I don't need a PA or a phD which came first the ghettos trying to kill me or E-A-Ski
Down by the sea he may be, skippin' rocks sending a genuine thank you to Flynn & Fox
Real G's rock NIXON watch
I got a lot of enemies but it take too long to list them off
A-tisket, A-tasket you better have a style about as wide as Biggie's casket if you wanna get into this rap shit
Or you be another Shop Boys tragedy
My money long just about as long as they lasted
Hella blasted living up to the weed-head I am fire walk with me in the seed head
And I'm gone off of the deep end like I've been trippin' for 8 days on a 7 day weekend
And the week's ended man. Again

[Chorus]
Let me kick Rad Jazz (it's all about the feeling, a feeling you can't explain)
Let me kick Rad Jazz (you can feel it in your bones and you can feel it in your brain)
Let me kick Rad Jazz (you can feel it everywhere, it's everywhere it's in the air)
Let me kick Rad Jazz (as soon as I get back to the pad I'm kickin' rad jazz)