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  • Текст песни US3 - Cantaloop

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    "Ladies and gentlemen, as you know we have something special down here at 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 (Wa-wait a minute)

    Groovy, groovy, jazzy, funky
    Pounce, bounce, dance as we dip in the melodic sea
    Rhythm keeps flowing and drips the MC
    Sweet sugar pop, sugar pop rocks
    It pop, you don't stop 'till the sweet beat drops

    I show and prove as I stick and move
    Hear the poems recited on top of the groove
    Smooth, mild, floating like a butterfly
    Notes start to flow, sung like a lullaby

    Brace yourself as the beat hits ya
    Dip trip, flip fantasia!

    (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
    (What's that?)
    Bidi-bidi-bop (Yeah?)
    Bidi-bidi-bop (Funky, funky)

    Feel the beat drop, jazz and hip hop
    Tripping in the dome, mix is on and bumped
    Funk and fusion, a fly illusion
    Keeps you coasting on the rhythm we cruising

    Up, down, round and round, rhymes are found
    But nevertheless you got to get down
    Finesse the freak through the beat so unique
    You move your feet, the sweat from the heat

    Back to the fact, I'm the Mack and I know that
    The way I kick the rhymes, some may call me a poet
    Poem steady flowing, growing, showing sights and sound
    Caught in the groove, in Fantasia I'm found

    Many tripped and toured, upon the rhymes they soared
    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?)
    Bidi-bidi-bop (Yeah?)
    Bidi-bidi-bop (Funky, funky)

    (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
    (What's that?)
    Bidi-bidi-bop (Yeah?)
    Bidi-bidi-bop (Funky, funky)

    Jump to the jam, boogie woogie, jam slam
    Bust the dialect, I'm the man in command
    Come flow with the sounds of the mighty mic master
    Rhyming on the mic, I bring the suckers to disaster

    Beaucoup ducks but I still rock Nike
    With the razzle dazzle star I might be
    Scribble, drabble, scrabble, on the microphone I babble
    As I fit 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

    Ow!
    Yo don't stop
    C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon give me more
    Of that funky horn

    (...)

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