Jazz Regal - Count Up Music, Vol. 1 (EP)

Jazz Regal has more than earned that title long before this release. He’s just capitalizing on it now with “Count Up Music, Vol. 1”. This project isn’t for you if your chips are down, only clean bills of health over here, buddy, get your weight up before tossing around that self-proclaimed boss title so loosely. Jazz isn’t fucking around immediately, chopped & screwed & enough to taunt fear into those who already found his approach to the table daunting.

On “RNR,” he’s not reading nor responding to those who are clearly a waste of his time. He wants regal, not regular; it’s in his name, for Christ’s sake. He rhymes this effortlessly on the regular as well; it’s nothing to him to have this “$ Conversations,” on a steady chase towards wealth, forever on the incline cause up is the only way to go when you’re this determined. He’s flying to the highest altitudes on the “Clark Kent Interlude,” while those looking down on him are now looking up to him as if they weren’t already secretly doing so. Still, they didn’t want to show that love cause it wasn’t beneficial to them, but he isn’t losing sleep nor money or drive over it.

He’s just a “Product of the Game,” he can’t help it; Jazz studied the best to do it clearly but carved out his own path, which he’s now cruising through with the top back, wind at his, just enjoying the finer things his hard work has directly paid off. Come fuck with him if you want to learn how you too can do things your way. If you don’t wish to conform your character for clout, this is “Count Up Music,” either get familiar or stay down on your luck, your choice.