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return of the loop digga - quasimoto lyrics

l-l-loop digga…

[hook] x4
yo, it’s the loop digga
man, it’s the loop digga (my n-gg-, my n-gg-)

some n-gg-s be sampling the same -ss sh-t
some n-gg-s be looping up them played out hits
but that’s more for me, plus the peeps i’m down with
we strive to create some way out other sh-t
that you ain’t heard yet, we building up respect
then come the check, then i cash chips
now i go get more stacks of wax
f-ck cds, c-ssettes, 8-tracks and dats
f-ck all that sh-t, cat
i remember i was stealing old records from my aunt’s closet
back in the days i didn’t even know that i could make a profit off it
i dropped loops to make you feel like you was taking swingers
yo, it’s the return, n-gg-

[hook] x4

madlib: excuse me…
vendor: ah yes, you looking for something?
madlib: the prices on these records right here?
vendor: oh, the jazz records? oh those aren’t marked dude… but if you look over here… do you have anything in mind?
madlib: uh do you have any uhh… stanley cowell? 1970s stuff…
vendor: i’ve never heard of him…
madlib: “strata east” or something…
vendor: has he got any hits?
madlib: got any of that?
vendor: i doubt if i have him
madlib: back there, you got some grant green or something?
vendor: oh, grant green? yes. 1958. blue note records.
madlib: chick corea, inner space? i’m looking for that sh-t it’s on atlantic, 1968
vendor: no, um, sorry.
madlib: what kinda breaks you got then?
vendor: we got a wide selection of simon harris
madlib: simon harris breaks? nah, i’m looking for some sh-t with some real soul.
vendor: sh-t? excuse me?
madlib: f-ck? f-ck it.
vendor: got redbone breaks.
madlib: y’all got any reggae up in this?
vendor: we have no reggae in here.
madlib: nothing?
vendor: no, nothing.
madlib: sh-t, i’m out.

yo, madlib… yo…
i know you comin’ with all this other sh-t man
but i want you to hit them with that raw sh-t right about now
you know what you gotta do

one two, one two, a selective approach
provise the essential conditions, for creative freedom
uh-oh, i got sh-t on deck, it’s like a pelican
the beacon’s def to orchestrate, put you under my spell again
i drop the soul inside your ear hole
add the b-ss line, then i hit you with a fat drum roll (hit it!)
i’m tackling gods and dogs on holy thursday
like david axelrod, i keep it raw from the first day
i want it in the worst way
don’t play more than $10
get together with kan-kick it’s like we loop scholars
steven, cliff and jordan’s on down to willy mason’s (?)
propositions (?)
it’s like i got a goldmine in my soul supply
n-gg-s askin’ “yo, madlib, why you waste so much money on records and getting high, man?”
man, i got no time for silly sh-t
throw this record on, pack a bowl, take a hit

yo it’s the…
l-l-l-loop digga…

- quasimoto lyrics

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