Cantaloop Songtext
von Us3 feat. Rahsaan
Cantaloop Songtext
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?
Wait, wait a minute
Groovy, groovy
Jazzy, funky, pounce, bounce, dance
As we dip in the melodic sea
The rhythm keeps flowin′, it drips to MC
Sweet sugar pop, sugar pop rocks it pops
Ya don't stop 'til the sweet beat drops
I show and prove as a stick in move
Hear the poems recited on top of the groove
Smooth, mind, floating like a butterfly
Notes start to float, subtle like a lullaby
Brace yourself as the beat hits ya
Dip trip, flip fantasia
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What′s that?
Diddi-diddi bop
Yeah
Diddi-diddi bop
Funky-funky
Feel the beat drop, jazz and hip hop
Drippin′ in the dome and mix is on the lock
Funk and fusion, a fly illusion
Keeps ya coastin' on the river we cruisin′
Up, down round and round, round the 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 Mack and I know that
The way I kick the rhymes, some would call me a poet
Funky flowin′ goin' on with the sweet 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?
Diddi-diddi bop
Yeah
Diddi-diddi bop
Funky-funky
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What's that?
Diddi-diddi bop
Yeah
Diddi-diddi 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
When I rhyme on the mic, I bring a sucka disasta
Beaucoup bucks and I still rock Nike
With the razzle-dazzle star, I might be
Scribble 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
C'mon, c′mon, c'mon, c′mon, c'mon, c′mon
Get me more of that funky horn (what's that?)
Yeah
Funky-funky
Diddi-diddi bop
Diddi-diddi bop
Funky-funky
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What's that?
Diddi-diddi bop
Yeah
Diddi-diddi bop
Funky-funky
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What′s that?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Funky-funky
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What′s that?
Diddi-diddi bop
Yeah
Diddi-diddi bop
Funky-funky
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What's that?
Diddi-diddi bop
Yeah
Diddi-diddi bop
Funk-
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?
Wait, wait a minute
Groovy, groovy
Jazzy, funky, pounce, bounce, dance
As we dip in the melodic sea
The rhythm keeps flowin′, it drips to MC
Sweet sugar pop, sugar pop rocks it pops
Ya don't stop 'til the sweet beat drops
I show and prove as a stick in move
Hear the poems recited on top of the groove
Smooth, mind, floating like a butterfly
Notes start to float, subtle like a lullaby
Brace yourself as the beat hits ya
Dip trip, flip fantasia
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What′s that?
Diddi-diddi bop
Yeah
Diddi-diddi bop
Funky-funky
Feel the beat drop, jazz and hip hop
Drippin′ in the dome and mix is on the lock
Funk and fusion, a fly illusion
Keeps ya coastin' on the river we cruisin′
Up, down round and round, round the 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 Mack and I know that
The way I kick the rhymes, some would call me a poet
Funky flowin′ goin' on with the sweet 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?
Diddi-diddi bop
Yeah
Diddi-diddi bop
Funky-funky
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What's that?
Diddi-diddi bop
Yeah
Diddi-diddi 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
When I rhyme on the mic, I bring a sucka disasta
Beaucoup bucks and I still rock Nike
With the razzle-dazzle star, I might be
Scribble 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
C'mon, c′mon, c'mon, c′mon, c'mon, c′mon
Get me more of that funky horn (what's that?)
Yeah
Funky-funky
Diddi-diddi bop
Diddi-diddi bop
Funky-funky
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What's that?
Diddi-diddi bop
Yeah
Diddi-diddi bop
Funky-funky
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What′s that?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Funky-funky
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What′s that?
Diddi-diddi bop
Yeah
Diddi-diddi bop
Funky-funky
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What's that?
Diddi-diddi bop
Yeah
Diddi-diddi bop
Funk-
Writer(s): Herbie Hancock, Mel Simpson, Rahsaan Kelly, Geoffrey Wilkinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com