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