Cantaloop 2004: Soul Mix

Groovy groovy jazzy funky Bounce bounce dance As we take you on a ride to '93 (come on), '94 Stateside Right now I MC Now rap's pop, chart determines what gets hot Over the years I still love when this beat drops I show and prove, I stick and move Bout a poem's recital, a Herbie Hancock groove Hancock's my block (true) Brooklyn, London, Asia, through African trade routes Us3 usher me through Brace yourself Us3 takes ya... Fantasia Feel the be-bop, jazz and hip-hop Now we got black rock, neo-soul, it don't stop If you don't know the roots of the tree You don't know the branch, where the fruit will be And if I speak from my soul my lawn shows potholes On Cantaloupe Island got my speech on parole Can't arrest my development, Reg is in control Mr Wyns if you're nasty, flash me girl, Oh! Back to the fact my habitat is in the wax Embedded needle in the groove, call me a poet Poem's steady growin', flowin' showin' sights and sounds Soothe in the groove in fantasia I found Hip-hop has toured, globally has soared To an infinite height Beyond the realm of the hardcore Here we go Us3 takes ya... Fantasia From jumpin' in the jam On US walls you stand Culture intersects In England they still dance Cuba and Japan where they love the mic master Of the ceremonies speaking words like a pastor Capitalism stuck Still rockin' Nike, Diesel and Evisu A star I might be Scribble words like scrabble on the mic I never babble My life is like the words (fit it) into my puzzle Yes yes yes, Reggiment's next Get with the flow Us3, we're blessed Resist this vibe from here to Asia... Fantasia