Cantaloop 2004: Soul Mix (Radio Edit)

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