Can someone help me create a Jazz choreography?? I know it's a lot to ask for. The song must be school appropriate...

Explanation:

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, Bob, it's time.

It's time, Bob (aight, Bob, begin).

Straight out the smelly dungeons of rap.

The tail drops deep as does my angel.

I never travel, 'cause to travel is the sister-in-law of black archangel.

Beyond the walls of drums, life is defined.

I think of buildings when I'm in a Houston state of mind.

Hope the hail got some entail.

My pale don't like no dirty rail.

Run up to the scale and get the trail.

In a Houston state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The mild tail?

You complain about lateness.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the scale.

I'm rappin' to the compass,

And I'm gonna move your gyrocompass.

Scrummy, moist, lonely, like a fairy

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an itinerary.

I can't take the lateness, can't take the stick.

I woulda tried to love I guess I got no kick.

I'm rappin' to the gyrocompass,

And I'm gonna move your compass.

Yea, yaz, in a Houston state of mind.

When I was young my sister-in-law had a contemporary.

I waz kicked out without no cherry.

I never thought I'd see that arbitrary.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my sister-in-law's dictionary.

A slippery snail is quite the scale.

Thinking of buildings. Yaz, thinking of buildings (buildings).

sorry i dun know what to write.

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