US3 - Was It Love ?
04:19 автор guiiiskg 21 August 2013 17:45 2 170 просмотров
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Ladies and Gentlemen, as you know
We have something special for you at
Birdland this evening
A recording for Blue Note Records 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
Till 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
Ah, ah, ah, what's that?
Diddley, diddley bop, Yeah
Diddley, diddley bop Funky, funky Feel the beat drop, jazz and hip hop
Trippin' in the dome, 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
For I'm steady flowin' growin' sho' I like the sound
Caught in the groove in fantasia I'm found Many 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 Ah, ah, ah, what's that?
Diddley, diddley bop, Yeah
Diddley, diddley bop Funky, funky
Ah, ah, ah, what's that?
Diddley, diddley bop, Yeah
Diddley, diddley 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 dabble 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 Ow! ya don't stop
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon
Give me more, of that funky horn
What's that? Yeah
Funky, funky Diddley, diddley bop
Diddley, diddley bop Funky, funky
Ah, ah, ah, what's that?
Diddley, diddley bop,
Yeah, Diddley, diddley bop, funky, funky
Ah, ah, ah, what's that?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, funky, funky
Ah, ah, ah, what's that?
Diddley, diddley bop,
Yeah, Diddley, diddley bop, funky, funky
Ah, ah, ah, what's that?
Diddley, diddley bop,
Yeah, Diddley, diddley bop.
We have something special for you at
Birdland this evening
A recording for Blue Note Records 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
Till 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
Ah, ah, ah, what's that?
Diddley, diddley bop, Yeah
Diddley, diddley bop Funky, funky Feel the beat drop, jazz and hip hop
Trippin' in the dome, 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
For I'm steady flowin' growin' sho' I like the sound
Caught in the groove in fantasia I'm found Many 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 Ah, ah, ah, what's that?
Diddley, diddley bop, Yeah
Diddley, diddley bop Funky, funky
Ah, ah, ah, what's that?
Diddley, diddley bop, Yeah
Diddley, diddley 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 dabble 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 Ow! ya don't stop
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon
Give me more, of that funky horn
What's that? Yeah
Funky, funky Diddley, diddley bop
Diddley, diddley bop Funky, funky
Ah, ah, ah, what's that?
Diddley, diddley bop,
Yeah, Diddley, diddley bop, funky, funky
Ah, ah, ah, what's that?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, funky, funky
Ah, ah, ah, what's that?
Diddley, diddley bop,
Yeah, Diddley, diddley bop, funky, funky
Ah, ah, ah, what's that?
Diddley, diddley bop,
Yeah, Diddley, diddley bop.
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