1.Cantaloop (Flip Fantasia)
Lyricist：Herbie Hancock, Rahsaan Kelly, Mel Simpson, Geoff Wilkinson
Ladies and Gentlemen
As you know we have something special down here
At Bird Land 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 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, drip trip, flip fantasia
Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's that？
Biggity biggity bop, yeah
Biggity biggity bop, funky, funky
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, found the found
But nevertheless ya gots to get down
Finesse 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
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
Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's that？
Biggity biggity bop, yeah
Biggity biggity bop, funky, funky
Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's that？
Biggity biggity bop, yeah
Biggity biggity 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
Rhyme them on the mic I bring a sucka disasta
Beau coup bucks but 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
Oh 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, funky, funky
Biggity biggity bop
Biggity biggity bop, funky, funky
Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's that？
Biggity biggity bop, yeah
Biggity biggity bop, funky, funky
Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's that？
Yeah, yeah, yeah, funky, funky
Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's that？
Biggity biggity bop, yeah
Biggity biggity bop, funky, funky
Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's that？
Biggity biggity bop, yeah
Biggity biggity bop, funky, funky
2.Eleven Long Years
Lyricist：Herbie Hancock, Horace Silver, Mel Simpson, Robert Taylor,
Geoff Wilkinson
Mi tek off mi land down now in Jamaica
Callaloo, di box juice, and di sensimillia
Givin' thanks and praise to almighty Jah Jah
Glad fi reach now mi safe, mi have fi seen mi father
Di sun it a beat and mi a get well para
'Cos a many many tings a di Yoot man, now I would like to know
Was he fat, was he slim, did he drink or did he smoke？
These are di type a di tings a weh a di Yoot, man a want fi know
It's been eleven long years
Since mi seen mi father, ay ay mi father
Thank God, bless God
Mi a go see mi father
Now mi know mi reach know mi know mi safe
Now mi see mi father a come
'Cos a many many years since him gone
When him tek a tek a house and land
Fi go better himself, big up himself
For weh him did dream a weh did he plan
'Cos di ting I remember di most
He was ambitious man
So him build up a house, build up a land
Buy up a car and a minivan
Fi go settle himself and a wait fi di day
When a Yoot man come along
So everything set, everything fly
Now mi know cool and go blow my mind
Because mi ready fi go see my father
And dat's di only thing upon my mind
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