Cantaloop (Flip Fantasia) - Us3

Ladies and Gentlemen As you know we have something Special for you at the Birdland this evening A recording for Blue Note Records Yeah, yeah, yeah What's that? Yeah, yeah, yeah Funky, funky How 'bout a big hand now? Wait, wait a minute Groovy, groovy, jazzy, funky, pounce, bounce, dance as we Dip in the melodic sea The rhythm keeps flowin' It drips the MC Sweet sugar pop, sugar pop rocks it Pop ya don't stop 'til the sweet beat drops I sure improve as I stick a move Every poem's recited on top of the groove Smooth, mind, floating like a butterfly Notes that'll float, sung like a lullaby Brace yourself as the beat hits ya Dip trip, flip fantasia Yeah, yeah, yeah What's that? Biddy-biddy-bop Yeah Biddy-biddy-bop Funky, funky Feel the beat drop, jazz and hip hop Drippin' in your dome, with Cesan(?) and Bach Funk and fusion, a fly illusion Keeps ya coastin' on the river we cruisin' Up, down, round and round, front and found But nevertheless ya gots to get down Finesse the freak through the beat so unique Ya move your feet, the sweat from the heat Back to the fact I'm the mac and I know that The way I kick the rhymes, some would call me a poet Full and steady flow, I'm growin', showin' sights and sound Caught in the groove, in Fantasia I'm found Trip the tour upon the rhymes they soar To an infinite height, to the realm of the hardcore Here we go, off I take ya Dip trip, flip Fantasia Yeah, yeah, yeah What's that? Biddy-biddy-bop Yeah Biddy-biddy-bop Funky, funky Yeah, yeah, yeah What's that? Biddy-biddy-bop Yeah Biddy-biddy-bop Funky, funky Jump to the jam, boogy-woogy jam slam Bust the dialect, I'm the man in command Come flow with the sounds of the mighty mic masta Rhymin' on the mic, I bring the suckas to disasta' Beau coup bucks, but I still rock Nike With the razzle-dazzle, a star I might be Scribble-drabble-scrabble, on the microphone I babble As I flip the funky words, into a puzzle Yes, yes, yes, on and on as I flex Get with the flow, words manifest Feel the vibe from here to Asia Dip trip, flip Fantasia Ah, you don't stop Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Give me more Of that funky horn What's that? Yeah Funky, funky Biddy-biddy-bop Biddy-biddy-bop Funky, funky Yeah, yeah, yeah What's that? Biddy-biddy-bop Yeah Biddy-biddy-bop Funky, funky Yeah, yeah, yeah What's that? Yeah, yeah, yeah Funky, funky Yeah, yeah, yeah What's that? Biddy-biddy-bop Yeah Biddy-biddy-bop Funky, funky Yeah, yeah, yeah What's that? Biddy-biddy-bop Yeah

Groovy groovy jazzy funky pounce bounce dance As we dip in the melodic sea Rhythm keeps flowin', an' Drip's the M.C. Sweet sugar pop sugar pop rocks Pop you don't stop til the sweet beat drops I show an' prove as I stick an' move Every poem's recited on top of the groove Smooth, my, floatin' like a butterfly Notes that I float sung like a lullaby Brace yourself as the beat hits ya Dip trip flip fantasia Feel the beat drop jazz and hip-hop Drippin' in your dome makes you zone and bop Funk and fusion a fly illusion Keeps ya coastin' on the rhythm ya cruisin' Up down round and round, rhymes profound But nevertheless you've got to get down Fantasy freak through the beat so unique You move your feet and sweat from the beat Back to the fact I'm the mack and I know that The way I kick the rhyme some will call me a poet Poem steady flowin', growin' showin' sights and sounds Caught in the groove in the tale I found Many tripped the tour upon the rhymes they saw To an infinite height to the realm of the hardcore Here we go off I take ya Dip trip flip fantasia Jump to the jam boogie woogie jam slam Bust the dialect I'm the man in command Come flow with the sound of th mighty mic master Rhymin' on the mic I'll bring the suckers to disaster Bookout ducks but I still rock Nike With the razzle dazzle, a star I might be Scribble drabble scrabble on the microphone I babble As I fix the funky words into a puzzle Yes yes yes on and on I flex Get with the flow verbs manifest Feel the vibe from here to Asia Dip trip flip fantasia

Makin' crazy tracks it's mellow with the music Did you know that you have a mind so use it Now this may sound confusin', yes yes indeed You got what you want, well I got what I need Walk down the block and say hi to the fellas Lookin' at ya funny, maybe it's 'cos they're jealous Don't let it hit the spot, 'cos they want what you got To knock you out the box and fill ya empty slot So hustle like a gigolo and go for what you know If you need a lesson get tickets to my show If you called the ho, yo there must be a reason You caught some ill shit, now ya gotta stop the skeezin' Get a job hooker, better yet pick up a book Step in front the mirror and take a long look This method of attack is opposite of wack So if ya got the knack it's time to make tracks Lookin' like the next man, is that who you are? Copy cattin' nigga's won't take ya very far So be your own man son, live your life grand Be your own ruler of your own plot of land Sellin' crystal meth aka the crack rock Don't be too mad when ya find ya ass locked Killin' off ya brothers, stringin' out ya mother That may not be your case but it surely is for others Doin' dirty deeds, and pullin' off the capers Now you're lookin' gassed with ya picture in the papers Far from being wack, yo if you're proud and black You'll listen to the rap and then you'll make tracks Bootleg tapes? Yo, what are you, crazy? Knockin' niggas out, huh, that shit don't faze me Don't let me catch you boy, I'll play you like a toy Not tryin' to be a bully, but I'm quick to stop your ploy There's better things to do, other ways of getting' paid Illin', cold chillin', and layin' in the shade Just look at Hi-C and Rahsaan for example We're too legit to quit and our dough supply is ample So if ya gotta brain or a head on your shoulders Better use it quick 'cos you're only getting' older It's knowledge that I kick, it's courage that you lack Ya best to get it fast duke, and make tracks

Move with precision, decisions to make, fakes to shake Talk a good game but yo, your stash ain't no wins I'm in the biz of makin' it big and express myself Through jams that they even bop to in Japan, my man Change for a dollar so I can make this call Get my money correct 'cos I been broke too long Gotta keep it legit, can't be locked for years Find me a 9 to 5, blood sweat and tears But can it work boss man smack the jerk for tryin' to jerk me Thinkin' I can't see inconsistency in my currency Now I'm back out on the street Walking these dogs for ends meet, life's not sweet But I still rock rhymes to beats Put it together maybe we can make an explosion But it takes time, record labels mess up your mind You could press rewind and catch a dose one more time Caught up in a struggle You got me caught up in a struggle like that, man Caught up in a struggle You got me caught up in a struggle like that, like that Caught up in a struggle You got me caught up in a struggle like that, man Caught up in a struggle You got me caught up in a struggle like that, like that Gimme mine and I'll spark the chart like flint Money spent back to start, who wants parts of this Crisp on compact disk but don't you diss the vinyl mix I got the hook up at the crib That's my escape from this world today, watch 'em blow up Then deflate like a souffle, I see it every day, all day I'm out for the gold, forget the silver and the bronze Gotta make dough, send home to wifey and moms Invest in real estate, computers and all this Plan's flawless, bumpy roads, I'm ready So all you fakers get jetty or get chopped up like confetti I'm on a mission for this permanent position Caught up in a struggle You got me caught up in a struggle like that, man Caught up in a struggle You got me caught up in a struggle like that, like that Caught up in a struggle You got me caught up in a struggle like that, man Caught up in a struggle You got me caught up in a struggle like that, like that On the bricks, scuffed up kicks, not a hint of dough Lost my job, now I'm livin' like a slob Re-plan regroup, gotta hook up with my make money troops Two scoops of loops, studio, time to blow Hip-hop scene flooded, everybody gettin' blunted A&R's frontin', guess I gotta prove somethin' Over percussion, Shabaam Sahdeeq rushin' like the Kremlin Got MC's tremblin' in their lab, take a stab at me Superior with word play Stress overtakes the fakes everyday all day Rugged like Broadway, no time for horseplay In the struggle don't you lower your level Gotta take charge like credit, need to start talkin' aesthetic 'Cos when you lose your chance you will regret it, get it Lyrics embedded in your head like memories Remember these Us3 melodies Caught up in a struggle You got me caught up in a struggle like that, man Caught up in a struggle You got me caught up in a struggle like that, like that Caught up in a struggle You got me caught up in a struggle like that, man Caught up in a struggle You got me caught up in a struggle like that, like that Caught up in a struggle You got me caught up in a struggle like that, man Caught up in a struggle You got me caught up in a struggle like that, like that Caught up in a struggle You got me caught up in a struggle like that, man Caught up in a struggle You got me caught up in a struggle like that, like that

Hey yo kid bust this, it's time to drop the flavour I'm fly as can be, I'm rhymin' on my good behaviour From New York City kickin' dope rhymes that you savour Take it from the top, I cut MCs just like a razor It's time to kick 'cos I always do the trick The shit that you always poppin' all amount to a flick Stick nigga's up with the hype rhyme filled with ammo Blast from the past bullets passin' through your abdomen Rin tin tin I troop in on the bins My friends is down in the dumps 'cos I cashed in on the wins Hens and chickens layin' low, sucker nigga's don't know That I can kick the mad ballistics plus I'm wreckin' every show Sew it up, ya got static? 'Cos I'm better than the next chump so don't panic 'Cos I'm a wet you with my skills, still chill, got the crispy Bills 'Cos it's like that the way it is, get off the dills And it's like that You've got to give me props I'm on the way to the top Stop. I think I just heard a pin drop 'Cos you're stunned by the way I came off my head Ted Turn the packs to burner and I put heads to bed Fed up but I'm still just too legit to quit I sit in my girly's lap while I'm kissin' on her lips Girls love to lick 'em up and up and down and all around But only if their sexual history is sound I'm a brown-skinned medallion, code name mic stallion Takin' over brothers that are dillyin' and dallyin' I'm rallyin' like Al Sharpton, militant youth Booth built for the DJ, hooked up and sound proofed Seein' is believin' yo believin' is my method So believe me when I say that it's the party that I'm wreckin' Sinbad the sailor couldn't take me out And I hope your ass don't take that route And it's like that Steady as I flow I row row row your boat I got a castle in Brackerlack with sharks in my moat So use the drawbridge and pave way while I say Hi-C and Rahsaan are down until the break of day And like he man I have the power I like my chicken from the china man but make it sweet and sour Devour all other wack MCs And when I windsurf nature gives me a breeze 'Cos it's a new jack kickin' rhymes like Jackie Chan I got a year round tan, 'cos I'm a brother man I'm travellin' in style I gotta pass the first class 'Cos it's time to give rappin' some pizzazz So the B-boys from Brooklyn breakin' bones for the bucks I never ever sell out but I still own a tux Huh, I make short work of your crew Hi-C the beast master kick the funky for you And it's like that