Groovy, groovy, jazzy, funky Pounce, bounce, dance as we dip in the melodic sea Rhythm keeps flowing and drips the MC Sweet sugar pop, sugar pop rocks It pop, you don't stop 'till the sweet beat drops
I show and prove as I stick and move Hear the poems recited on top of the groove Smooth, mild, floating like a butterfly Notes start to flow, sung like a lullaby
Brace yourself as the beat hits ya Dip trip, flip fantasia!
Feel the beat drop, jazz and hip hop Tripping in the dome, mix is on and bumped Funk and fusion, a fly illusion Keeps you coasting on the rhythm we cruising
Up, down, round and round, rhymes are found But nevertheless you got to get down Finesse the freak through the beat so unique You 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 may call me a poet Poem steady flowing, growing, showing sights and sound Caught in the groove, in Fantasia I'm found
Many tripped and toured, upon the rhymes they soared To an infinite height, to the realm of the hardcore Here we go, off I take ya Dip trip, flip fantasia
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 Rhyming on the mic, I bring the suckers to disaster
Beaucoup ducks but I still rock Nike With the razzle dazzle star I might be Scribble, drabble, scrabble, on the microphone I babble As I fit 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
Ow! Yo don't stop C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon give me more Of that funky horn