RODNEY KENDRICK - No Dress Code lyrics

(feat. Dreddy Kruger, Killah Priest, Spider, Timbo King)

[Killah Priest]

Check it out.. right here

We gonna rock, all night

Killah Priest, Rodney Kendrick

Timbuktu, Dreddy Kru'

Wu-Tang, word's bond

Piano keys, the soprano leads

Dark melodies, sweet heavenly

Ebondy tones, soft sacks of bones

Help relax the dome when we sat on thrones

Back at home, we left poems and catacombs

Black wars, the Wu grown

Black anglosaxons, feel the beauty of the war passion

when swords are clashin'

We got busy with Didi Gallesby

Left the world stress-free

He got into it, he really really got intimate

with his instrument, he was heaven-sent

A black president, we used to poke off of music notes

Black popes with exotic funk

Thelonious Monk left piano drunk

Back in the days we used to skat, but now we rap

We used to bebop and now it's hip-hop

[Chorus x2: Dreddy Kruger (Killah Priest)]

No Dress Code (Come if you're young or old)

No Dress Code (Music that'll touch your soul)

No Dress Code (Hear it all around the globe)

No Dress Code (Music for the earlobe)

[Spider]

Now let's have a moment of silence for these men gone

Gotta spread the music all across the nation

Peter Touch, Bob Marley or Derrick Gargon

King Turbo sire this musician

Well, to my soldiers in inspiration

Doug E. bust songs of redemption

From a small island to all dimensions

And I am meant to bring it out strong

Well.. let me bridge all the gaps

If you see no type of mishap

Let the music play, no ID to stop

While people in the dancehall want to rock

Well.. a little of this and a little of that

Welcome to the meltin' pot

Well.. a little of this and a little of that

Please.. player turn it up a notch

And..

[Chorus x3]

[Timbo King (Dreddy Kruger)]

Jive talk theatric, musical vibes, spark tribes

Cab Calloway style, spinnin' forty-fives

Live city melodic, the night life jazz scene

Jungle mama jazz queen, you make me fiend for your clarinet

I'm at the Cotton Club soakin' wet

Board room, wall-to-wall jazz rules

Mobile army, instrumentals

I roll to Paris to hear Barry Harris

Swing music, we do our thing: music

Last trumpet play, Billy Holiday on Apollo stage

Orchestrated, dominated three-sixty

Hell of fists, blow whifs of Charlie Walker

Play music darker, The Legacy from our forefathers

(You don't know Brooklyn 'less you know the author)

The Legacy from our forefathers

(Wu-Tang All-Stars, Rodney Kendrick, Collaboration '98)

[Chorus to fade]