Ladies and gentlemen,
as you know we have something special
down here at Birdland this evening.
A recording for Blue Note Records.
What's that?
Yeah?
Funky, funky.
How about a big hand now?
Wait, wait a minute.
Groovy, groovy, jazzy, funky.
Bounce,
bounce,
dance as we dip in the melodic sea.
Rhythm keeps flowing and drips to MC.
Sweet sugar pop, sugar pop, rocks pop.
You don't stop till the sweet beat drops.
I show and prove as I stick and move.
Vivid poems recited on top of the groove.
Smooth mind floating like a butterfly.
Floatin' like a butterfly, no set of floats,
sung like a lullaby, brace yourself
as the beat hits ya, dip, trip, get fantasia.
What's that?
Biddy biddy bop.
Yeah.
Biddy biddy bop.
Bop, bop, bop.
Feel the beat drop, jazz and hip hop,
trippin' in your dorm, it's your zone and bop.
No time for confusion,
a fly illusion,
keeps you coastin' on the rhythm you're cruisin'.
Up,
down,
round and round,
frowns profound,
but nevertheless,
you gots to get down.
Fantasy free through the beat so unique,
you move your feet and sweat from the heat.
Back to the fact,
I'm the Mac and I know that,
the way I keep the rhymes,
someone call me
a poet.
Pourin' steady flow and growin',
showin' sights and sound,
caught in the groove and fantasia
I'm found.
Many trip the tour upon the rhymes they soared to an infinite height,
to the realm of the
hardcore.
Here we go.
I take ya, dip, trip, let fantasia.
What's that?
Biddy biddy bop.
Yeah.
Biddy biddy bop.
Bop, bop, bop.
What's that?
Biddy biddy bop.
Yeah.
Biddy biddy bop.
Bop, bop, bop.
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,
rhymin' on the mic and bring us like a disaster.
Boo-hoo ducks,
but I still rock Nike with the razzle dazzle.
Star,
I might be,
scribble,
jibble,
scrabble on the microphone.
I babble as I fix the funky words into a puzzle.
Yes,
yes,
yes,
on and on as I flex it with the flow.
Words manifest, feel the vibe from here to Asia.
Dip, trip, let fantasia, ow.
You don't stop,
come on,
come on,
come on,
come on,
come on,
come on,
give me more of that funky horn.
What's that?
Yeah.
Bop, bop,
bop.
Biddy biddy bop.
Bop, bop, bop.
What's that?
Biddy biddy bop.
Funky, funky.
What's that?
Yeah.
Funky, funky.
What's that?
Biddy biddy bop.
Yeah.
Biddy biddy bop.
Funky, funky.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
What's that?
Biddy biddy bop.
Yeah.