Miles Davis
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Swing, swing
Wait, wait, wait
Yeah, Miles Davis
(My bad)

Uh, yeah, uh
I autograph my cash and caught 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 a humble, word to mumbles, all balls don't bounce
And 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

Miles Davis
Mi-mi-miles Davis (the leader)
Mi-mi-miles Davis (trumpet)
Miles Davis (Miles Davis)

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 best stuff
We next up, pop off the deck for your cassette bust
You couldn't blow it, Coltrane-in' them all
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 bars up
Bar none, nigga, J 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 Street Blues
Born in '83, still gettin' it in '82
And ain't a person on Earth who could fill these shoes

Miles Davis
Mi-mi-miles Davis (remember Miles)
Mi-mi-miles Davis
Miles Davis (Miles Davis)
Miles Davis
Mi-mi-miles Davis (remember Miles)
Miles Davis
Mi-mi-miles Davis (Miles Davis)

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' (runnin')
Crowds plummet tryna touch it (touch it)
The gold on it make you go out and crown somethin'
It's the best (best), the next in the West
Cover your chest like Muslims cover their neck
Truth seeker, summon my text, bar coastal for bifocals (uh)
It'll knock your trial over (trial over)
You tryna chop with the top chef (ayo), try over
Who rhyme colder from California? (Uh)
You catch pneumonia in the city that 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

Miles Davis
Mi-mi-miles Davis (remember Miles)
Mi-mi-miles Davis
Miles Davis (Miles Davis)
Miles Davis
Mi-mi-miles Davis (remember Miles)
Miles Davis
Mi-mi-miles Davis (Miles Davis)

Miles Davis
Uh, Miles Davis
Miles Davis (Davis cuttin' loose with the band)
The leader, trumpet, Miles
Miles Davis
(Miles Davis cuttin' loose with the band)
Miles Davis





Swing, swing
Oh, oh

Overall Meaning

The song "Miles Davis" by Blu & Exile pays homage to the legendary jazz musician Miles Davis. The first few lines suggest that the musician's influence is so great that just mentioning his name can change the mood in the room. The song then shifts to focus on the artists themselves, with Blu showing off his skills as a lyricist and Exile showcasing his production talent. The chorus repeatedly chants Miles Davis's name, reminding us of the influence he had on the music world.


The lyrics themselves are an expression of the artists' confidence in their abilities and their impact on the hip hop scene. They compare themselves to some of the greats, such as Coltrane and Biggie, claiming that they are the next big thing. Blu's flow is smooth, and the wordplay is clever, creating images of the pair as masters of their craft. Exile's production complements the lyrics, creating a lush, jazzy sound that matches the tribute to Miles Davis. Overall, the song is an excellent example of the intersection between jazz and hip hop and a fitting tribute to one of the greatest musicians of all time.


Line by Line Meaning

Swing, swing
The rhythm of the music is swinging back and forth.


Wait, wait, wait
Wait for a moment, don't rush into things.


Yeah, Miles Davis
A reference to the legendary jazz trumpeter Miles Davis.


(My bad)
An apology for a mistake or misstep.


Uh, yeah, uh
An interjection expressing excitement or agreement.


I autograph my cash and caught a cab
I signed my money and took a taxi.


We on the map (map), back in New York City like a Dodger cap
We are becoming famous, like the Dodgers baseball team in New York City.


Blu, smooth like blue suede shoes
The rapper Blu has a smooth style, like Elvis Presley's blue suede shoes.


I told my homie, improve, I'm Tim Allen with the tools
I encouraged my friend to improve, like Tim Allen's character on the TV show 'Home Improvement.'


I built my booth, made of jewels, left a hole in the speaker
I built my recording booth using expensive materials, which created an issue with the sound system.


Stepped in the stu', no shoes, but got more soul than sneakers
I entered the recording studio barefoot, but my music has more soul than shoes.


Below the clouds holdin' the crown, a coconut smile
I am in a position of power, but I remain humble with a relaxed expression on my face.


But on a humble, word to mumbles, all balls don't bounce
Despite being humble, I acknowledge that not everything will work out perfectly in life.


And yet, a thousand styles flip out when the DJ spins out
Despite the challenges, the DJ can create infinite styles of music.


Hits out, spit back a hundred rounds
With every hit song, I respond with another hundred rounds of music.


Pulled the clip off, the most dope
I unloaded my creativity and produced an amazing product.


Niggas get roached tryna approach the host
People who try to get in on my success may fail or get left behind.


We lay it down, yo, butterin' toast
We create music that is smooth and easy to listen to, like buttering toast.


And introduction to the pro, most fit
An introduction to me, an expert in my field.


To hold his dick and spit
To be as skilled at my craft as I am with my genitals.


I load a clip to hit the list in his mitt
I prepare my music to strike a chord with my audience.


I invent too many patterns to pattern your path after
I am a creative trailblazer and cannot be easily copied.


Tell them rappers that we got it mastered, yo
I am telling other rappers that we have the music game under control.


It's time to blow, but kinda new, colossal too
It is time to emerge onto the music scene, despite being new, my potential is huge.


My whole team supreme, it's like a dream come true
My crew is top tier, and it feels like a dream to work with them.


I thought you new like the words to Brooklyn Zoo
I thought you knew all the words to the Ol' Dirty Bastard song 'Brooklyn Zoo.'


Homie my hook up might cut up, might hook your tooth, salute
I have amazing music connections that can either help you or hurt you, respect me.


The best of, niggas hear this and drop their best stuff
Our music motivates other rappers to produce their finest work.


We next up, pop off the deck for your cassette bust
We are up next, so turn up the volume for your tape recorder to listen to our music.


You couldn't blow it, Coltrane-in' them all
You cannot surpass my musical ability, even compared to the legendary saxophonist John Coltrane.


Playin' the funk but y'all need to be hangin' it up
You're trying to play funky music when you should give up and try something else.


You cats washed up, cuttin' with vets and got your paws plucked
You are old and outdated, collaborating with experts in the field to revive some success.


Prison guards couldn't lock us, get your bars up
Even prison guards cannot contain us, step your game up to try and compete.


Bar none, nigga, J Barnes get the job done
My crew does an outstanding job, led by J Barnes.


We could be Siamese twins, still my squad won
Even if we were conjoined twins, my team would be the superior one.


My due, my rent late, I still pay dues
Despite financial struggles, I am still progressing and working hard.


I'm too cool, too G, I sing the Ill Street Blues
I am cool and gangsta, like the Kool G Rap song 'Ill Street Blues.'


Born in '83, still gettin' it in '82
Despite being born in 1983, I am excelling as if I was born a year prior.


And ain't a person on Earth who could fill these shoes
No one can replicate what I do, it is unique to me.


The black trumpet (uh), you couldn't strum it (nah)
A reference to Miles Davis's black trumpet, it cannot be played like a guitar.


That instrumental hit, you in your stomach when you runnin' (runnin')
A powerful instrumental that makes your stomach tight when experiencing it.


Crowds plummet tryna touch it (touch it)
Fans pushing forward to touch the stage when I am playing.


The gold on it make you go out and crown somethin'
The excellence of the performance inspires listeners to achieve greatness for themselves.


It's the best (best), the next in the West
The best music, and the next big thing to come out of the West Coast.


Cover your chest like Muslims cover their neck
My music is powerful enough to affect your entire body.


Truth seeker, summon my text, bar coastal for bifocals (uh)
I speak the truth, and my music is so clear, you can read it with bifocal sunglasses on the beach.


It'll knock your trial over (trial over)
My music is so impactful, it can knock over a courtroom trial declaring what is right or wrong.


You tryna chop with the top chef (ayo), try over
You are attempting to compete with the greatest, attempt again and come back stronger.


Who rhyme colder from California? (Uh)
Who is a better rapper from California than me?


You catch pneumonia in the city that Biggie wrote rhymes over
The rap scene in New York City is so cold, you can catch pneumonia from it.


Blow tweeters out speakers like Ether through your aethers, yeah
My music is so intense, it blows out speakers like the rap song 'Ether' spears an opponent.


Eat up receivers with the signal, I'ma leave ya
Listeners are so enthralled in my music, they become consumed and captivated by it.


It's the code of the street sweeper, the sleep, sleep
My music is the code of the people that clean the streets and the soundtrack to falling asleep.


Deeper to the hair on my people, beatin' blocks with the single
My music is deep and relates to the lives of the people in my community and beyond.


I see you coverin' ass like Utah fans
You are attempting to protect yourself from criticism, like Utah Jazz fans waving prop newspapers to cover their own faces during games.


But John Stockton couldn't pass talkin' all that jazz
Even the greatest basketball player and passer, John Stockton, cannot help you with your attempts at boasting or trash talking.


Miles Davis
A nod to influential musician Miles Davis.


Mi-mi-miles Davis (the leader)
A chant in celebration of Miles Davis's leadership and influence.


Mi-mi-miles Davis (trumpet)
Another chant, this time highlighting Davis's signature instrument, the trumpet.


Miles Davis (Miles Davis)
Another reference to Miles Davis.


Oh, oh
An interjection expressing shock, surprise, or approval.




Lyrics ยฉ O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Johnson Barnes, Aleksander Manfred

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@Jimmy1982Playlists

Still one of the best tracks of the last several years in HipHop... absolutely beautiful! Blu & Exile dropped another classic with Miles.
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@Zeke04239

I see Blu and Exile, I click, listen and I'm happy

@OliveM

Classic album on the way ๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽท๐ŸŽน

@pSmurf954

First one of the decade, canโ€™t wait.

@hawkeyedsentinel4648

Yep, it was fucking great. You called it!!

@christophe7663

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@mamba4817

One the great albums of the decade

@tmonjr8490

Hip hop gives me life when I'm feeling down.

@tmonjr8490

@James Schultz *Est.1982 "I guess you can say I was saved by hip hop young" - Elzhi

@JahRandom

Yessssur!! My whole reason for existence. Without hip hop (real shit like this, nothing that is On mainstream radio) pretty sure I would jus fade out from reality...lol but for real

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