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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 '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.

(Ah, ah, ah, what's that? Biggity-biggity bop).

Feel the beat drop, jazz and hip hop,
Drippin' 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, around the found,
But nevertheless ya gots to get down.
Finesse the freak thru 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.

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 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.